Gu Jianlin stared at the painting for a long ti, silent.
"Back when your father first ca to this shop, he too stared at this painting for quite so ti. I must say, you two have an undeniably remarkable talent in this regard. This painting is actually a reproduction—its original was destroyed thousands of years ago."
Jing Ci retrieved a bottle with an English wine label from the cabinet, smiled, and walked over to him: "The Eastern Han's 'Annotations of Chu Ci' records ntion that in the Northwest Heaven lies a Netherworld Country without sunlight, where a dragon bearing a candle lights the way."
He paused: "Its original was a painting from the Warring States Period, nad Jiuyin."
Gu Jianlin squinted his eyes, his pupils trembling slightly: "Candle Dragon Venerable? Is this painting the Candle Dragon Venerable?"
"Not exactly. The figure in the painting is indeed an Ancient God, but it can only be confird as being from the Candle Dragon Clan. After all, there are very few who have truly seen the Candle Dragon Venerable."
Jing Ci stood beside him and admired the painting as well, gently twisted open the wine bottle, and swirled its liquid: "And of those who've seen Him and still live, there are only two."
Gu Jianlin stayed silent for a second, glancing at the elderly man soundly asleep on the redwood recliner.
"Yes, one of them is him."
Jing Ci nodded slightly: "However, even our teacher has never seen the human form of the Candle Dragon Venerable. During their fight, the Candle Dragon Venerable had to use Ancient God Transformation in the human world, and his appearance was impossible to discern."
Gu Jianlin asked curiously: "What about the other person?"
Jing Ci pointed at himself:
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