"No," Lu Zijia replied quite directly. She didn't feel embarrassed at all for not knowing how to appreciate paintings.
After all, in the cultivation world that the strong preyed upon the weak, cultivators were all busy cultivating, looking for opportunities or researching skills. How would they have time to write poems and paint?
For people in the cultivation world, writing poems and painting were something that would sap their spirits and make them unenterprising.
She was a cultivator who had mastered all skills and strived to become an immortal. She couldn't lose herself in pleasure.
Song Zixuan didn't know what she was thinking in her mind. If he knew, he would probably feel speechless?
"What are you looking at if you don't know anything about it?" Song Zixuan said speechlessly.
"Looking at the frame," Lu Zijia was still looking up as she replied casually.
Song Zixuan, "…"
Was this woman here to mess with him deliberately?
