C1197 Make a Painting

It's a painting.

Chu Yan could feel Wu Meier's change. He frowned, but did not say much. He nodded. "Okay."

There were stars in the Southeast Secret Realm. Each star seemed to be made of pure energy. In fact, this starry sky was precious enough. What could be more precious than having a star with pure energy corresponding to one's own attributes?

Therefore