What?
Jiang Fan's expression changed.
Ancient Saint of the Continent?
He quickly grabbed the tattered painting and unfurled it.
He was too curious about what that Ancient Saint looked like.
But at first glance, Jiang Fan was greatly disappointed.
The face section of the painting was inexplicably blurry, as if it had been soaked in water after being painted.
He could only barely discern where the features were, but couldn't see them clearly at all.
Even the outline of the cheeks was unclear.
"Even a ghost wouldn't make out this, right?" Jiang Fan muttered.
No sooner had he spoken.
Hua Xin was startled: "Hey! You courting death?"
"How dare you criticize the portrait of an Ancient Saint?"
"Please don't drag me into this."
Jiang Fan's heart tightened.
He immediately remembered when he had once just muttered a sentence in support of the Great Sun Demon Emperor.
Within days, he was almost struck by lightning while walking on the road.
