C178 Mid Master of Purple Robe(1)

In the eyes of those few people, Wang Yixuan was merely drawing a picture on a piece of paper. Before the drawing had completely come out, they would only be able to see flowers in the mist!

This painting didn't take too much time. In just a quarter of an hour of time, Wang Yi had already waved his hand. The brush slammed heavily onto the table, sending ink flying everywhere