Kunwu True Monarch's core Divine Thought was shattering. In just a short while, it was already a spent force.
His earlier attempt to use his technique to bewitch them with words was merely the final struggle of a dying flame.
Wu Yong waited a moment. Just as Kunwu True Monarch's Divine Thought was about to dissipate completely, he suddenly brought out a large, white jade seal.
BANG!
The large seal was pressed onto the *Distant Mountain Cold Fishing Painting*, yet it left no mark on the scroll.
The large character for "Mad" vanished into the painting, crashing into Kunwu True Monarch's still-dissipating Divine Thought.
As if grasping a lifeline, Kunwu True Monarch's Divine Thought instantly stabilized.
"Alas!"
Bai Mo faintly heard a long sigh.
"It's done!"
Wu Yong joyfully picked up the *Distant Mountain Cold Fishing Painting*.
