Yang Ye’s face twitched when he heard that voice. Obviously, the Welkin Wolf Demon King had returned to his lair and noticed that his treasury had been cleaned out.

Yu Wushuang gazed at him and asked, “What did you do?”

Yang Ye revealed a spurious smile as he said, “It’s nothing. I just stole a few things from him. What a stingy fellow, and he’s even a Saint….”

Yu Wushuang was speechless.

Quite some time passed before she shook her head, and then spoke seriously, “No matter how angry he is, he won’t act while you’re in the city. Because he knows that the Saints of the academy will definitely stop him. However, you absolutely can’t leave the city. Do it for us, alright?”

Yang Ye smiled, “Don’t worry. I won’t court death!”

Yu Wushuang nodded, and then she turned around and left.

Yang Ye returned to his room once she left.

He sat cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed, and he’d immersed his mind into his sea of consciousness. As he gazed at the painting within his sea of consciousness, Yang Ye was absorbed into it again.

The mountain was a simple mountain, the river was a simple river as well. If it was in terms of artistic value, then the painting was quite inferior, or it could be said to...