Without waiting for a response, Qin Ye promptly began drawing in the air with Yin energy.

He drew a series of stickmen in front of a square, which ostensibly represented a building.

Ryu Changmin had never witnessed Qin Ye’s “prowess” in the field of artistic expression, and he couldn’t help but gulp nervously. Perhaps the only ones who could match Qin Ye’s abilities in this regard would be kindergarteners. Ryu Changmin cursed in his heart, but he simply didn’t know where to go about expressing these thoughts of his. Fortunately, Wang One Tail soon exclaimed, “Is this… pictionary?”

Endure…

Qin Ye rolled his eyes and continued to draw in the air, vaguely depicting a long road leading to the building. And then, he drew a few more people holding swords and shields in their hands.

Wang Chenghao squinted his eyes, and then immediately burst into song, “My left hand holds the earth, and my right hand holds up the sky. From my palm erupts lightning that arcs everywhere…” [1]

It was only when Qin Ye shot Wang Chenghao a deadly glare that he promptly clammed up with a dry cough.

Take a deep breath. Don’t explode now… Qin Ye fervently repressed the boiling rage in his heart as he continued to draw a massive space right underneath the square building.

Wang Chenghao’s expressions soon turned ugly, “Hang on there, Brother Qin… I was able to help you out there earlier, but what am I supposed to do with that huge cess pool down there? I can’t find the right song to express these drawings...