Over the following two days, Sang Hong visited the Governor Manor and King Yan Manor from time to time to express his concern and sympathy toward his colleagues. But whenever they really did ask him to do anything, he would always refuse in an experienced manner.

On the third day, the imperial envoy fleet officially set off, continuing on their predetermined path.

Zu An would summon Daji as his model to train his drawing skills according to the ‘Face of a Thousand Identities’ technique whenever he had time. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t obtain any Rage points from her again. It was to the extent where he even wondered if the few points he had gotten from her were just his imagination.

However, something that was worth being happy over was that his drawing skills were improving visibly. He was a cultivator after all, so his grasp over his power and its use wasn’t something ordinary people could compare to. Furthermore, his powerful mental strength made learning anything much faster.

From the Down’s syndrome patient he had initially drawn, his drawing was now seventy to eighty percent accurate. But whenever Zu An looked at the real Daji and compared her to his drawing, he would always sigh and think that no matter how great his artistic skills became, it would still...