Seeing the gleam in Wang Hao's eyes, as if he'd really discovered some secret, both Ye Yuntong and the shop owner were startled.
Ye Yuntong leaned in, full of curiosity, and asked, "What's the mystery with this blue and white porcelain?"
The shop owner thought Wang Hao was just putting on airs and snorted disdainfully, "Psh. Playing tricks and pretending to be mystical. I'd like to see what kind of stunt you're going to pull today?"
Wang Hao paid him no mind and casually took out a thin blade, gently sliding it over the surface of the blue and white porcelain.
With a slight twist of his wrist, he flicked the blade inward, gently lifting. A film-like substance, thin as a cicada's wing and fine as a strand of hair, peeled off perfectly, like a golden cicada shedding its shell.
