Mo Xuetong stared at the painting for a while and muttered a few words to herself. Mo Lan was standing beside her, so she could hear Mo Xuetong muttering "How could it be possible? How could it be possible?"

She didn't understand what she meant. She turned her head and looked at the painting, but she didn't find anything. She asked softly, "My Lady, what did you find?"

Suppressing the suffocating pain in her chest, Mo Xuetong heaved another long breath. She gestured ...