Chapter 123 – The Big News
In the world of fine art—especially painting and calligraphy—most masters were elderly. That was the general consensus.
After all, while the techniques of art could be learned, expressing emotion, depth, and philosophy through a brush required more than skill. It demanded life experience. Time.
That's why the enigmatic Master of Clouds, whose works were layered with profound meaning, had always been assumed to be an elderly man—at least fifty years old, with a head full of grey hair and a soul weathered by hardship and introspection.
Even Lanny used to believe this.
But the moment she received the autograph... she froze.
The Master of Clouds hadn't revealed his face. It was only a photo of his back. But still—
That back didn't belong to an old man.
It was clearly a young man.
Tall. Straight. Radiating effortless grace.
It overturned everything they thought they knew.
Some doubters whispered, "Could this be a publicity stunt?"