On the table beside the exhibition hall, Xia Wanyuan was holding a pen and drawing rapidly on the paper.
The Qing University professors were at the very center. The others could only see that Xia Wanyuan's hand did not stop. They could not see the final product, but when they saw Xia Wanyuan's wanton style of painting, everyone estimated her standard in their hearts.
"Young people these days are really too impetuous. They're spouting nonsense just to gain some fame."
"The way she holds the pen is too ill-disciplined. How dare she say that she can draw Li Yin's picture?"
"Shh, just watch. It's not like we're the ones who lost face. We'll see how it ends later."
While everyone was discussing fervently, Xia Wanyuan had completely filtered out the people around her and sunk into the Autumn Chrysanthemum Garden.
Li Yin's paintings were rarely seen, but there was indeed another painting that Xia Wanyuan had seen before. It was called "Waterfall."
