Florence is still Florence, with slat banana swaying in the wind and bamboo seas lush and green.
Richard sheepishly emerged from the large cave of the Teleportation Magic Array, scheming in his mind how to embellish his return in defeat and the huge trouble he had stirred up. As he raised his head, he saw an old guy who looked like a human painter, sporting a thick beard, wearing a crooked Phoenician duckbill cap, holding a palette and brush, painting on a canvas pointing at Ning Yu, occasionally lifting his thumb, adjusting the golden ratio like verifying ballistics.
A large group of curious warriors were chattering, judging by their expressions and postures, they seemed like a bunch of authentic Tang White Tigers, seemingly eager to snatch the palette and show off instead of the painter.
"What's going on?" Richard whistled, noticing Ning Yu with a stylish short messy haircut, looking even more attractive, completely different from her previous appearance, catching Richard's eye.
