The third wave of the evil tide was already over, and they would soon be leaving the painting realm. Clearly, Jiang Baiyan was making things up on the spot to brush off the earnest and straightforward inhabitants of this painting world.

So that’s how he lies too——calm and composed, not even blinking.

Han Zong’s resolute features twitched slightly, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Alright.”

They always said a swordsman and his sword could sense one another’s emotions. As soon as he was pleased, his spiritual energy rippled, and the two swords in his hands shimmered with a cold gleam, flickering like starlight.