The green-clothed youth saw that there was no one in the shop, so he was about to leave. Just as he was about to turn and go, something caught his eye on the wall—a painting that captivated him.
At first glance, this painting couldn't even be called a painting. It was like scribbles of ink on white paper. But upon closer inspection, it resembled a gigantic hand that overshadowed the sky, exuding a terrifying pressure that couldn't be concealed even by the paper. Besides that, there was even a righteous and awe-inspiring aura!
The green-clothed youth had ascended from a lower realm and, by a stroke of luck, fell from the Spirit Realm into the True Spirit Realm, only to be hunted all the way. It was only after disguising himself as a True Spirit, he kicked the iron plate by mistake, and was chased again.
