"Grandmaster Miao, what do you think?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
Miao Mu didn't speak, and he seemed to be in deep thoughts. Actually, he was very unhappy. (Old Zheng, are you trying to be disgusting?)
The first two famous paintings could be casually evaluated by him. But now, the third painting was also a Sanzang Painting, and it could clearly be seen which one of them was superior.
Miao Mu knew that he was inferior to Gandalf. But if he had to personally say it, it would be a little face-smacking.
"Could it be that Grandmaster Miao has some unique opinion?"
Zheng Qingfang continued to ask.
"Good painting!"
Miao Mu spoke the two words dryly. After that, he quick-wittedly directed the point of attention to Sun Mo. "Didn't Teacher Sun use the judgment of an artist to evaluate my Sanzang Painting earlier? How about this painting? What do you think?"
What could Sun Mo say?
He couldn't possibly praise it, right?
