Cui Song, emotionally overwhelmed, exclaimed with fervor, "This painting incorporates an array of superior techniques. Even many painting masters have overlooked these details, yet this young girl has identified them instantly!"
This time, it was Song Yu who stood there, flabbergasted. Then she stuttered out, "Did Gu Dai correctly interpret the painting just now?"
Wang Lan grew anxious, shaking her head furiously and adamantly denying, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could Gu Dai be correct?"
Facing the relentless skepticism, an agitated Cui Song stroked his beard gently. His voice revealed hints of frustration as he argued, "What's so impossible? This masterpiece was the final one my master created before he passed away. Its level of achievement is something I'm yet to match!"
As Cui Song finished, an uproar broke out among the audience and their gaze converged on Gu Dai.
"Who is she to spot the uniqueness of a painting in a single glance?"
