"This..."
Feng Nanhong's face was solemn. Seeing Hao Jian's liquor, he instinctively turned his head and glanced at his old friend, who also wore a heavy expression, and nodded.
Unlike the others who were confused, these top-tier artists themselves had tried using liquor to paint, but they found it very difficult to control the colors of such liquor.
A painter who cannot even control color, how can they paint?
"..."
Hao Jian touched his chin, glanced at Yuan Shanshan, and then chuckled.
"Swish!"
Hao Jian suddenly opened more than a dozen bottles of liquor of different colors, pouring each into a glass and then set out a bunch of empty glasses.
"Wow!"
His brush moved through the air, sweeping over the liquor, and then laid down the first stroke of the painting.
"Such deep mastery..."
