Chapter 754 An Imposter

• Sporting a rough beard and sideburns that seamlessly connected, he looked like someone for whom a shattered bowl laid out in front might suggest a life spent on the streets, begging for scraps.
• Yet, instead of a broken bowl, what lay before him was an art booth adorned with paintings, an odd sight indeed.
• This disheveled look wasn’t a sign of neglect; rather, it was his signature style, a declaration of unbridled freedom and creativity, making him the epitome of an artist's spirit.