Imperial Master Yankang looked back at the mural, and saw that the palace in the painting was still the same, but the gods and demons in the painting were covered with countless corpses, and some were hiding in the corner fearfully, trembling, with a look of fear on their faces.

Qin Mu stepped forward and erased the few strokes he had made, and the mural returned to its original state.

Qin Mu scratched his head and said in confusion: "The painter who drew this picture is extremely accomplished, no less accomplished than me. But why is this painting missing a corner? With his attainments, he can make this painting in the middle

People have life, and everyone in the event can move around and communicate, but without this corner, the painting is dead."

"It's probably broken."

The Imperial Master of Yankang walked out and said, "The battle outside should be over, right? It's time for Xiong Xiyu to resume his position as palace master and the Western Territory be merged into the Yankang Kingdom."

Qin Mu followed him and said with a smile: "If you have the emperor's will, recite the imperial edict at this time and make Xiong Xiyu the Lord of Zhentian Palace, the effect should be better."

Imperial Master Yankang took out the imperial edict and said, "Before my trip this time, I asked the emperor to write the imperial edict in advance."

"The emperor is also an old fox." Qin Mu said with emotion.

The two left the main hall, and suddenly a painting of a goddess moved in the mural. They looked around and found no one around, so they trotted all the way and ran out from the painting against the wall.
Chapter completed!