"So... about this painting. Should we give it back?"
On the mountainside.
The moon hung high in the sky. Judging by its position, sunrise was still about four hours away.
Patches of thick clouds drifted over, gradually obscuring the bright moon. The forest shadows deepened, making the woods feel a little sinister.
Watching Chu Susu hold the scroll in both hands, both Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were at a loss for words.
Ever since the old Monk had gotten the better of them with his "Wait and See Zen," Zheng Xiu had held no hope for Chu Susu's "Stealing Skill."
Whether it was Chu Susu's Open Stealing or Blind Stealing, though they were strange and unpredictable, they ultimately had patterns that could be followed. Feng Bei had been careless twice, but she wouldn't be a third time. Zheng Xiu didn't think Chu Susu could possibly steal the painting from the old Monk's grasp.
