The forty-nine pictures seemed to be alive at this moment. Each stroke was so vivid and every character was so vivid. The characters on the paintings also slowly became angry, as if they were really going to come out of the paintings.
These scenes flashed across Huang Yihua's mind like a film. Piece after piece of words seemed to have come to life as they jumped into his mind. Very quickly, the scroll that recorded the Mystic Water Breaking had already disappeared without a trace, causing others to even suspect if there was such a scroll.
"Pili la la la la." When Huang Yihua stood up again, he could only hear the crackling sounds coming from his bones. He closed his eyes and recalled the moves and movements on the scroll of Mystic Water Break. Once, twice, three times... he recalled them
