C39 This Little One Has Talent too

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Jun Ximo seriously hung up a portrait of his divine figure on the stage. He then glanced at Ling Luo with his hands behind his back.

"Little Luo, how do you feel?"

"I don't feel anything!" Ling Luo's face was as black as a piece of charcoal.

"Huh? Are you looking down on Ben Wang's painters? " He raised his eyebrows