Yu Yanluo stared at him calmly. When she saw that he hadn’t done anything disrespectful to her, she replied, “Your face and your voice really are identical to Jian Yanyou. But even though you managed to copy his appearance, you did not copy his mind.”

Zu An frowned and asked, “What do you mean?”

Yu Yanluo explained, “Let me explain it like this. Others might not be able to notice any flaws if you tried to fool them, but for me, there are just too many flaws.

“I have a smattering of knowledge in illustration. In the dao of art, others might think that it is better the more accurately you draw the target, but in reality, that is not the case. It is not too difficult for a well trained artist to make a precise imitation of the target. In the domain of art, such an artist can only be considered to have rudimentary skill.”

Zu An’s face heated up. He had spent a long time practicing drawing for ‘Face of a Thousand Identities’ and had thought he was incredible for being able to produce such a lifelike copy, that he had become an art master so quickly. But who could have expected that Yu Yanluo only saw him as a beginner?

Yu Yanluo continued, “There are also some artists who pursue meaning rather than form. That is why some ordinary people would feel that their art is not similar...