Chapter 471 — The Heavenly Grand Banquet
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu took out a painting brush, tossed him the inkstone, and studied the mural—the one that had so thoroughly crushed the Imperial Preceptor Jingping's courage—with keen interest. After a moment, Shen Mu's eyes brightened as he found the key. He laughed. "Is the ink ready?"
The Imperial Preceptor Jingping was dazed, inkstone in hand. Shen Mu laughed. "Heavenly King, this is not like you. Where is the sage who appears once in five hundred years?"
The Imperial Preceptor Jingping drew a long breath, cast the countless thoughts from his mind, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to grinding ink for him.
Shen Mu lifted the brush, saturated it with ink, and daubed and drew in the lower right corner of the mural, adding a few strokes. He laughed. "Help me wash the brush clean."
"You—!"
The Imperial Preceptor Jingping forcefully suppressed his anger and said coolly, "The Kaihuang era passed twenty thousand years ago. A hundredth-generation descendant of Kaihuang may not be nobler in status than a farmer. If you are making sport of me, I will make life difficult for you, guaranteed for a lifetime."
Shen Mu laughed heartily. "Wash it first, then we will talk."
The Imperial Preceptor Jingping washed the brush, washing it very carefully. He did everything carefully, meticulously.
Shen Mu put away the brush and inkstone, seized his hand, and hurled himself at the mural, laughing. "I will take you to the banquet—the grand feast of the Heavenly Court!"
The two struck the painted wall with a smack, and their figures vanished, merging into the painting.