Brother Teng and Lin Wanrou stood aside, holding their breaths, watching Ye Chen paint.
A lifelike painting appeared on the rice paper.
Brother Teng and Lin Wanrou were both stunned; Ye Chen was still painting a landscape.
The entire painting was like a fairyland; the figures in the painting seemed alive, each with a distinct posture, and the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.
Brother Teng had seen the world and many masterpieces.
But Brother Teng felt that Ye Chen's painting was truly a masterpiece full of divine charm.
He almost painted the figures and scenery alive.
After Ye Chen finished, he signed his name and let out a long breath.
"Brother Teng, I'm afraid this painting isn't at a high level, I hope you won't mind."
"Not at all, Mr. Ye's paintings are utterly comparable to those of ancient masters, and no contemporary master can match them. I really love this painting."
"Haha, as long as Brother Teng doesn't mind."
