"Artistic Path... Brush and Ink..."
"Fishing..."
Li Hao's eyes slightly focused, his gaze falling on his Artistic Path, which had already reached the Tenth Stage.
The Artistic Path, mastering brush and ink, if one takes Heaven and Earth as the canvas, and the Tao as the brush, then mountains and rivers are the landscapes painted.
The highest goodness is like water.
The Daoist Scripture surfaced in Li Hao's mind, and he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.
He suddenly stood up and quickly turned around, running towards the meditation mat.
Elder Wang was taken aback for a moment, seeing Li Hao rush to the meditation mat so actively for the first time, his heart inexplicably softened and moved.
But soon, he saw that young man ran to the meditation mat, chose an empty enlightenment meditation mat, sat down, and then raised his hand to gather a sheet of canvas in mid-air.
Then, using his finger as a brush, the Tao as ink, he freely splashed it on the canvas.
Elder Wang: "..."
