Chapter 111

　　Tabitha's POV 　　Upon hearing Noah's words, I followed his gaze and looked over. 　　When I saw the painting hanging on the wall, I was stunned. 　　Noah's excited voice still echoed in my ears: "Tabitha, do you know who painted this? The painter must have a broad vision and a beautiful mind." 　　I looked at the painting, which presented a profound forest night scene with a full moon hanging in the night sky. 　　The silver moonlight poured down, penetrating through layers of overlapping leaves, bringing a touch of mysterious brightness to the dark forest. 　　In the forest, some wolves could be faintly seen, as if they were telling ancient legends. 　　In one corner of the picture, there was a stone altar, adorned with delicate patterns, seemingly related to the legend of the Moon Goddess. 　　Several wolves quietly guarded around the altar. 　　Their postures were solemn and dignified as if they were performing some kind of sacred ritual. 　　The eyes of the wolves in the painting were deep and full