C2453 Assassination

The sky was blue, and a cool breeze blew gently.

Yang Liefeng was drawing on the ground in the Xiao Residence's courtyard while holding an extremely large brush with some spirit liquid.

By his side, Dai Xiaolian was watching intently, holding a small brush and drawing on a piece of paper.

"Palace Lord, what are you and Elder Dai doing?"

Xiao Ping and Xiao An