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!

followed the crowd to a painting stall.

forty or

hair was in

beard was covered with stubble, and his

broken bowl in front of him, it would not be strange to say that he was a beggar on the street

him was not a broken bowl, but a

This was amazing.

it was

convincing that

slovenly man stood a row of

don’t be surprised. Our Master of Clouds has always been so

unique”

hairstyle of the slovenly man.

onlookers cheered and

didn’t stick to their appearances for

a higher level of

be admired!

with short spiky hair showed a satisfied smile and 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

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

down and respectfully asked the slovenly man,

now?”

didn’t say

to the men and women

now. Unfold the

“Yes, sir!”

people worked together to tear apart a pale picture scroll that was 5 feet high and nearly

the brush to the sloppy man and

“No need.”

brush away and gulped

and directly infused his palm into the ink soup

turned around and looked at the huge

breath

was so magnificent.

Then

“Whoa!”

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