The Ice River in the Nebula
Translator: CKtalon
It had been 280 years since Meng Chuan came to Holy Mountain of Painting.
Meng Chuan looked at the painting on the huge canvas and shook his head slightly. He waved his hand and wiped the painting away before sighing.
He stood up and waved his hand to put away the drawing board, brush, and other items. Meng Chuan walked out of the chamber, took a step forward, flew toward Holy Mountain of Painting, and approached the mountain wall.
As he flew, Meng Chuan looked at the huge paintings up close.