Super God: My sister-in-law discovered me secretly drawing Kaisa's feet.

The room fell silent again.

Two breaths later, Liang Bing let out an "Ah".

She stared at herself in the painting, her eyes lighting up.

First look at her face, then her body, and finally her own legs and feet. The more she looked, the more something seemed off. The more she looked, the more she felt that it resembled her, but it wasn't just her.

Keisha didn't speak immediately either.

She looked at the painting more slowly than Liang Bing, from the composition to the color layers, from the light and shadow to the spirit of the figure, then looked up at Liang Bing standing to the side, then looked down at the painting again, her gaze lingering for a long time.

Finally, Liang Bing couldn't hold back any longer, her stubbornness tinged with barely concealed smugness, "This...it's too similar."

She paused, then, unwilling to give a definitive answer, added as if nitpicking, "But it doesn't quite seem like it."

Su Mobai looked up at her.

Liang Bing pointed at herself in the painting, her tone awkward, "You look much fiercer in this painting than you do now."

Before Su Mobai could respond, Keisha spoke calmly, "It's not fierce."

Her gaze fell on the painting, and her fingertip lightly touched the shadow pressed out by Liang Bing's shoulder line. "This is the aura."

After saying this, she glanced at Liang Bingzhen again, a very faint smile flashing in her eyes, "Much stronger than you are now."

Her cool, icy expression immediately crumbled.

"What do you mean by 'much stronger than I am now'?" She turned and glared at Keisha. "Am I usually that weak?"

Keisha actually glanced at her this time, without getting angry, but her gaze was very indifferent, "You know the truth yourself."

Liang Bing felt a tightness in her chest from that sentence, yet she couldn't refute it.

Because she also realized that she felt more oppressed in the painting.

She was unconvinced, but she really liked it, so in the end she could only vent her anger on Su Mobai, raising her chin and snorting, "You do know how to draw."

Su Mobai smiled this time, a very natural smile, and raised his eyebrows, "I told you long ago, I'm very strong."

When someone else says that, it sounds like they're bragging.

What comes out of his mouth, however, is so perfect that no one can find fault with it.

Because the painting was right there on the ground.

Keisha slowly put down the easel and looked back at Su Mobai. It was already late outside, and only a thin layer of grayish-blue light slanted in from the corner of the eye. She glanced at the window, then at the set of paints and brushes beside him. "That's all for today."

Su Mobai nodded, "Okay."

"Draw it tomorrow." Keisha paused, then said, "Draw it for me."

Su Mobai answered readily, "Okay."

Liang Bing's eyelids twitched again upon hearing this. She stood to the side with her arms crossed, without saying a word.

Keisha seemed oblivious to her slight annoyance and instead asked Su Mobai, "Where are you staying tonight?"

Su Mobai paused, wanting to say that he had nowhere to stay and had been sleeping on the ground and under the sky for the past few days.

Keisha looked at him, who remained silent, and immediately felt relieved, if this guy wasn't lying to her.

A traveler who claims to come from the distant starry sea, with no servants or luggage, and who even sits on the ground with his easel while painting in the ice room, clearly could not possibly have a place to stay on Merlo.

She calmly made arrangements: "Then stay with me for now."

Su Mobai was taken aback.

Liang Bing also turned to look at her, not expecting that her sister would actually let Su Mobai stay.

She had originally intended to say that she would make the arrangements herself.

"I still have to paint tomorrow, so there's no need to go through all that trouble. There's a spare room in the side hall; I'll have someone prepare one for you. You can stay there for now, and we'll talk about it later."

Once those words were spoken, it wasn't just polite talk; it was a direct decision.

Su Mobai looked at Keisha and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Keisha hummed in agreement.

.....

Late at night.

After washing up, Su Mobai lay down on the bed and felt as if his bones had loosened up. He sank into the blankets, feeling so comfortable that he almost groaned out loud.

They really settled down.

He stared at the curtain above his head for a long time, still somewhat unable to believe the absurd things that had happened today.

"That's exciting..."

Su Mobai muttered something under his breath, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

After lying down for a while, he suddenly turned over and sat up.

Having received the reward today, the newly emerged power remained dormant within his body. During the day, with so many people around, he didn't dare to experiment recklessly.

Now that the room is quiet and no one is around, it's a good time to see this ability.

Su Mobai extended his right hand, palm facing up, and slowly mobilized the warm energy within his body.

It felt strange, like a thin stream was being drawn from my chest, flowing down my arm to my fingertips.

He stared at the air in front of him, wondering what to draw...

I've got it! Let's start with something simple.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, a line is drawn out in the air.

As the final stroke came to a stop, the air trembled slightly, and a wisp of cold white light condensed.

a knife.

Su Mobai's eyes lit up immediately.

He gripped the hilt and found it surprisingly heavy, cold, and solid; even the edge of the blade gleamed with a cold light, just like the real thing.

But the energy within him was also completely drained.

The abbreviation is "No more blue".

Su Mobai took a breath, "Wow... it's pretty mana-intensive."

Fortunately, not having blue didn't cause any discomfort.

I tried to imitate what I saw in a TV drama by picking up a strand of my hair and gently touching it to the blade. Without even stopping, the hair snapped in two and slowly floated down.

"So sharp?"

Su Mobai stared at the fallen hair, his eyelids twitching. Then he gripped the knife and tried swinging it twice at empty space.

The blade cut through the air, creating a slight hum, and the feel was incredibly smooth.

He swung the knife a few times, but felt a bit tired, so he had to stop, reluctantly letting go of the knife.

The cold, white blade shattered silently, turning into specks of light that vanished in the blink of an eye.

Su Mobai slumped back, crashing onto the bed. Waves of drowsiness washed over him. His eyelids were barely half-closed, and the last few thoughts in his mind were still...

"Can you visualize mobile phones and computers?"

"Today is truly a generational shift."

at the same time.

Keisha sat behind her desk, several scrolls of documents she hadn't finished reading lying open beside her, when she heard a soft tap from Jia Ye outside the door, and someone stopped at the foot of the steps.

"Enter."

The guard bowed as he entered, kneeling on one knee, his voice steady: "Miss, we've found it."

Keisha then put down her pen, looked up at him, and said, "Speak."

"According to information we just received in the city, a man did indeed appear in the western part of the city and the market area three days ago."

The guard paused for a moment. "Their clothing is strange. They don't look like people from Mero Star, nor like merchants from nearby territories. The fabric of their clothes is very thin, and the way it's cut is odd, completely different from the styles commonly seen here."

"So I have a strong impression of him."

Keisha's gaze remained fixed on the documents, and she remained silent.

The guard continued, "When that person first appeared, he asked everyone he met, asking where they were, what year it was, and who was in power. He asked very urgently, without any attempt to hide it from others, as if he genuinely didn't know. Not long after, he disappeared."

Keisha leaned back in her chair, seemingly unsure if he had concocted a flawless excuse to fool her.

But it's only a little bit.

She never trusts people based on words alone, and she would never consider someone of unknown origin as one of her own just because they exchange a few similar words.

What Su Mobai said is mostly true.

Mixing a bit of falsehood into the truth, and a bit of truth into a bit of falsehood, is a very common tactic.

"Anything else?"

"Nothing more for now," the guard said in a low voice. "However, I've had people keep an eye on him. Since moving into the side hall, he hasn't had any contact with anyone else."

Keisha nodded. "Keep watching, don't disturb him."

"Yes."