“This painting...” 0

“What’s wrong with this painting?”0

“Have you previously consulted any other experts?” 0

“I consulted a wandering Daoist,” the military officer said, his voice low and his eyes narrowing in apparent irritation. “He told me that since I was new to the capital and coming from elsewhere, I was unaccustomed to the capital’s auspicious aura and that, as a martial artist, the bloodlust and ferocity in me were being expelled by the capital’s auspicious aura. He said it would improve with time. 0

The officer glanced at Song You. “Ha, I actually believed his nonsense and endured for several months. If I ever meet that Daoist again, I’ll make sure he can’t walk another step.”0

“That’s a common deceiver’s excuse.”0

Song You remained composed, focusing solely on the painting. He was neither intimidated by the veiled threat nor concerned about it.0

“Do you think it’s the painting that’s the issue?”0

“It is indeed the painting that’s the problem.”0

“What’s wrong with this painting?”0

Song You did not answer immediately, nor did he look at the officer. He continued to study the painting with awe, admiring its meticulous detail and lifelike quality. He felt a spiritual resonance and vitality within it and asked, “May I inquire where this painting came from?”0

“At the end of last year, I was leading my troops into...0