At that point, Niamh grew worried. She blurted, "Bright, perhaps we should just give up. You can't paint in the traditional style! Worst comes to worst, you can just apologize to them, and that will be the end of it."
Niamh was extremely worried deep down.
After all, she had asked Bright about it before they got there.
Bright, however, replied that he never paid attention to art exhibitions.
How could someone who never paid attention to art exhibitions know anything about traditional painting?
Even if he did, could he really achieve a high level of competence in it?
To that, Bright only flashed her a light grin. "Don't worry, all you need to do is watch from the side. These guys are just a bunch of ignorant idiots."
Bright shook his head, chuckling.
Looking at the people gathering around, his eyes were filled with mockery.
Then, he said, " Lead the way!"
As he spoke, the crowd arrived in front of a long table in the center of the exhibition hall.
