ightly, and gently dabbed it on vermilion.When the tip of the pen touched the cinnabar, a faint fragrance wafted out, and the cinnabar disappeared, seeping directly into the spiritual brush!"That smel..., but faintly strengthened.When looking at Qin Xiaolin, cold sweat began to form on his forehead, and his eyes stared at Chen Ping in disbelief. The qi wall in front of him also changed from its origi...