Chapter 496 The fake Master of Clouds

In the state of Georgia.

In a certain village in a small southern town.

After the worship, Alice’s eyes were still a little red and swollen.

More than 20 years had passed, and it was not easy to find her hometown.

Fortunately, the old village head of this remote mountain village had a kind heart. He had been helping to clean the ancestral hall all these years, otherwise, this place would have turned into a wasteland long ago.

It was the old village head who helped her set the memorial tablet.

After the worship, Alice went to thank the old village head for a while. Then the two of them set foot on the way back to the State of New York.

When they passed by a small town, they suddenly heard a noise. After asking, they knew that it was Master of Clouds who had appeared in this small town and painted for everyone on the spot.

Master of Clouds was a well-known figure in the painting and calligraphy world.

His appearance naturally caused a commotion.

Alice clenched her fists and snorted, “What a great Master of Clouds. I’d like to see who he is!”

She had just finished worshiping her parents and was extremely depressed. She didn’t expect that she would run into a fake Master of Clouds. She had to catch him to vent her anger.

Alice knew that John was the Master of Clouds, so the so-called Master of Clouds was undoubtedly a fake.

John caught the hot-tempered girl and said with a smile, “Let’s go and have a look first!”

He wore a black peaked cap to cover the shiny bald head, and a pair of sunglasses and mask on his face, which perfectly concealed his identity.

This was a public figure’s trouble.

It would be troublesome if he was recognized as the King of Horizon.

John really missed the days when he swaggered along the busy streets in the past, but no one knew that he was the King of Horizon. He could act like a hoodlum as he wanted.

He couldn’t do it now.

How could a dignified the King of Horizon act like a hooligan?

No way!

stall. In the middle of the stall sat a

forty or fifty years old.

hair was in a mess.

covered with stubble, and his

him, it would not be strange to say that he was a beggar on

a broken bowl, but

This was amazing.

not sloppy, it was personality, bohemian, and a proper artistic atmosphere.

convincing that he

a row of men

out and said, “Everyone, don’t be surprised. Our Master of Clouds has always been so

unique”

explained the hairstyle of the slovenly

onlookers cheered and praised.

were high. They didn’t stick to

a higher level of

be admired!

continued, “This time, when our Master of Clouds came to the state of Georgia to pick up the painting, he was suddenly in high spirits and his creation was full of criticism, so he decided to give you a lot

soon as the man with short spiky hair finished speaking, the crowd immediately

down and respectfully asked the

now?”

slovenly man didn’t say

short spiky hair said to the men and women behind him, “The master said

now. Unfold the paper.”

“Yes, sir!”

feet high and nearly 10 feet long,

short hair handed the brush to the sloppy man

“No need.”

away and gulped down

up and directly infused his

at

breath and concentrated.

was so

Then

“Whoa!”

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