Many years later, Master Yun Wei's painting was still hanging in a bookstore.
An old man in his nineties walked into the bookstore. He took out a few thousand taels of silver, and shakily bought the treasure of the store.
It had been more than sixty years…
When he was in his thirties, he was lucky enough to get a copy of Master Yun Wei's painting. From then on, he tried to find out about the old man's new work... At that time, everyone said that Master Yun Wei was definitely an old man in his seventies or eighties…
However, so many years had passed, and every few years, he would be able to buy a painting…
Master Yun Wei's paintings were becoming more and more exquisite, but... he was already in his nineties, and he was still alive…
The old man's legs trembled, and when he walked out of the door, he gritted his teeth.
