I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

The praise is for the towering and majestic Mount Tai in the east.

The painter had climbed this mountain many times, and each time the feeling he had when looking down from the top was different. Each painting he made also had its own unique form and meaning.

But this time, she came here neither to admire the scenery nor to paint.

She came looking for someone.

But looking down, she found no one she sought.

He doesn't seem to be here.

The artist was somewhat disappointed.

She didn't know whether she should continue searching.

She is afraid.

She feared that he would arrive the moment she left.

Many storytelling tales feature such detestable and laughable scenes, causing the protagonists to miss out on countless good relationships.

“Ah Xi…”

The painter softly called his name, a hint of longing in his eyes.

Reminiscing about the past is what she does most in her spare time.

Although she knew she was wasting her time, she couldn't help but do it.

"You're the first person I've remembered for so long..."

With a slight movement of the pen, the image of a young dragon fishing leaps onto the paper, lifelike and vivid.

I wonder what you look like now.

Staring at the portrait for a while, the artist added an empty bucket next to him. Then he painted a new angler on the other side, along with a bucket full of scaled fish.

The young dragon looked enviously at the angler's bucket.

very nice.

The painter, a slight smile playing on his lips, put away his brush with satisfaction, but that smile vanished just as quickly.

No matter how lifelike or realistic the painting is, it's just something she does for her own amusement.

The painting always lacked a certain charm, to the point that the person no longer resembled him.

"What are you laughing at? Is my drawing bad?"

The painter asked the person behind him.

"Painting is naturally good."

The visitor looked at her, then at the person in her painting, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

“The person is no longer like this. When he was little, he was a cute little dumpling who would hug my leg and call me Master. How come he has become distant now that he has grown up and won’t even hug me anymore?”

The visitor was talking enthusiastically, but then he noticed the painter's increasingly serious expression and gave an awkward smile.

"Swordsman, what brings you here?"

She didn't believe that this relative had come here just to complain about how clingy her little rascal was.

Ah, she hugged his legs and called him "Master"... She had never been treated like that before.

I feel so angry.

"Cough cough."

The visitor coughed a few times, then explained his purpose to her.

"I've come for Ah Xi's ongoing grand project."

"great cause?"

The painter gripped his brush tightly, and a few drops of ink splashed onto the stone at his feet, turning it black.

"What stupid thing is that idiot going to do now?"

"Sigh, how can Ah Xi be an idiot?"

"Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. I'll tell you."

The newcomer gripped the hilt of a sword and then swung it at the painter.

"Ok?"

The artist's reaction was equally swift; as the sword was drawn from its sheath, her own sword was already swung out.

Do you want to fight?

After blocking the attack, the artist stared at the newcomer, his tone becoming slightly harsher.

"Oh, how could that be? I just wanted to test if you've regressed."

They had already decided on the outcome after just one exchange, and the newcomer sheathed his sword.

"Try it? What...what are you planning?"

The artist was puzzled.

What does it have to do with testing whether her skills are rusty or what an idiot would do?

"Come with me, Eleven."

The newcomer waved to her, then turned and left.

"..."

The painter put away the scroll and then followed.

"I brought it for National Day! And you guys, is everyone here yet?"

Pushing open the door, the swordsman shouted to the person inside.

"Not yet. Keep your voice down, I can hear you."

My brother was enjoying his tea when he was called out to, and he almost dropped his teacup.

What are you doing here?

The artist who followed him in was even more puzzled when he saw his unreliable older brother.

It's not time for a gathering yet, is it?

"Oh, the National Day holiday is here! Come, have a seat."

Upon seeing the painter, the elder brother smiled and personally poured her tea.

"Offering favors for no reason..."

The artist immediately became alert.

"Sigh, it's not like they're offering help for no reason."

The elder brother looked at his younger sister, whom Ah Zai missed day and night, and took a sip of tea to express his feelings.

"Alright. I'm here too. Quickly explain why you've come."

The artist wasn't going to waste time arguing with him.

"Oh, don't rush."

Her brother waved his hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

“This matter is of great importance, which is why I left the capital to come and find you.”

The elder brother took another sip of tea before leisurely telling her about his plans for the day.

"what!"

The loud slam on the table shook the tea in the artist's cup, spilling it onto the table in several puddles.

"You mean that idiot wants to replace that Heaven and become the Great Yan?"

"Is he stupid or insane? You just agreed to it like that?"

The artist had never heard of such a crazy decision.

Even the war to kill gods initiated by the true dragon only drove the "gods" out of the Great Yan, rather than audaciously trying to replace this world.

“Since Ah Xi has spoken, he must already be confident. I naturally won’t stop him.”

"But you, Eleven... I never thought that you actually hadn't forgotten Ah Xi."

Eleven's actions were all within his brother's expectations.

He came here because of his sister's attitude.

If she calmly replies, "Oh, what does that have to do with me?", he will not tell her about Bai Zhou's whereabouts. He will also never allow Bai Zhou to find out her whereabouts again.

After all… that child has already wasted over thirty precious years on this younger sister. How heartbroken that child would be if his sister had already forgotten him.

He didn't want to shatter the child's dream.

But if his sister hasn't forgotten Ah Xi, he will tell her everything. In this way, he can facilitate an HD.

"Then let me explain to you what Ah Xi's plan is, and why we came to find you in the first place."

After gathering his thoughts, the elder brother slowly began to speak.

Return to the Forty Demon Talks

A chilling wind blew, and jagged rocks stood out.

Inside a stone pavilion on a small hill, sat an old man with a white beard.

He sipped his tea slowly, savoring its flavor.

"Over the years, you've become more and more like a pro at imitating others."

A haughty and unrestrained voice rang out. The newcomer casually sat on the stone bench opposite him, picked up a teacup, filled it with tea, and poured it into his mouth.

This man was nine feet tall, a very tall and strong man. The teacup in his hand was no bigger than a bottle cap, and he gulped it down in one go.

He smacked his lips, seemingly not having had enough, and then went to pick up the teapot to pour more tea.