How could it be authentic?
Wasn't Mr. Green Vine's famous work kept by the Great Confucian and not seen by the world?
It was said that 300 years ago, several Confucian and Daoist Grandmasters fought over the Evening Mist painting and it disappeared.
This kind of literary treasure should not have appeared in this store!
However, the surging literary aura and the signature of Mr. Green Vine that made one's soul tremble could not be fake.
"It's not fake, and it can't be Mr. Green Vine's redraw. Mr. Green Vine fell into a trance and had long stopped writing…"
"Lord Bao, please have some tea." Zuo Yulong's voice came from beside him. Lord Bao came back to his senses and withdrew the Great Spirit from his body.
He turned around and took the teacup with a smile. He asked softly, "Who are your lady boss and shopkeeper?"
What is his identity?
A blank look flashed across Zuo Yulong's face as he shook his head.
