Chapter 167
There was something familiar about his voice, as if she’d heard it somewhere before.
"I’ll have to trouble you to lead the way, Miss Linghua."
Seeing her lost in thought, Yang Lingrui panicked and cut in quickly, deliberately mixing in a southern region accent.
"Oh! Of course, Young Master Yang. This way, please."
Setting aside her doubts, Feng Linghua guided him into ChengTian Academy.
"ChengTian Academy has Four Academies: Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting. Since I’m from the Painting Academy, we’ll start there!"
"Sounds good."
Feng Linghua spent the day showing Yang Lingrui around the Painting Academy. The most impressive parts for him were the Rainbow Corridor and Spirit Eye Pavilion—special places where painting practitioners could gain insights.
The Rainbow Corridor stretched between three mountain peaks like a bridge piercing the clouds. It housed precious ink and brush spirits that could boost a painter’s skills if understood. Perched atop the Painting Academy’s main peak stood the Spirit Eye Pavilion, displaying masterpieces from ChengTian’s greatest painters throughout history. Each contained the essence of painting skill. The academy had a rule: anyone who grasped this essence could become a direct disciple immediately.