Chu Luo shrugged. "You're right. I really can't appreciate oil paintings from abroad, especially such impressionist paintings."
Before the women could react, Chu Luo continued, "Compared to these oil paintings, I prefer our empire's national paintings. The mountains, rivers, flowers, and birds are magnanimous and gentle."
The woman wearing a Queen's mask laughed softly. Although she didn't show it, her words revealed contempt. "To be honest, I don't appreciate the paintings in your empire either. What's the point of painting those emotionless flowers and stones all day long?"
"Emotionless?"
When Chu Luo heard this, she frowned. "Who said that our empire's paintings are emotionless?"
"Are you suggesting otherwise? Look at XX painter's oil painting. From this painting, we can feel the freedom he yearns for. And this painting evokes hope and dreams."
"Hmph! Don't disparage the paintings of a country with your short-sighted opinions."
