After some time.
Li Ye rode on the enlarged White Fox, strolling through the World in the Painting, with a black cat filled with resentment trailing far behind.
He gently stroked the White Fox's soft, white fur and smiled:
"You're quite the crafty one."
"Before that predecessor—your old master—were you also vying for attention like this?"
The Painted Fox leapt forward lightly, with watercolor-like flowers blooming beneath each step, perfectly supporting its body.
"You're right."
"Aside from Sister Jade Rabbit, this is the purpose we Painting Spirits were born for."
There wasn't a trace of nostalgia in its tone, only weariness and relief: "Our old master was a genius in the Painting Path, able to transform illusion into reality and bring creatures from his paintings into the real world during the Golden Core stage.
This talent brought him a wealth of resources, even Immortals descended to solve his doubts, making him confident, and a bit arrogant.
