The purple-clad young girl was utterly shocked.
She knew well what the Shuiyue Cave Heaven was—a realm in no way inferior to the Buddhist Minor Thousand Worlds or the pocket universes of Taoism.
The problem was that cultivators who followed the Dao of Painting were already few and far between. Throughout the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only a handful could achieve this. The purple-clad girl knew only of her grandfather and a few of her Martial Uncles. Without exception, they were all grandmasters of the Dao of Painting, each having founded their own lineages with thousands of disciples scattered across the Nine Heavens.
This young man is so young, yet he possesses such mastery? It's truly inconceivable!
Wang Xiu's gaze fell upon the purple-clad girl. He was somewhat surprised that she could recognize the Shuiyue Cave Heaven. He sized her up for a moment, then his brows rose slightly as he looked toward the sky beyond the courtyard gate.
