"Chen Feng, this 'Lofty Spirits' has met a fate of many tribulations, drifting and wandering. Now, I've also come to a realization. Treasures have their own spirits, and they belong to those destined to hold them. Previously, I had intended to donate it to the nation, but I feel that rather than let it lie in a cold exhibit case, it would be better to pass it into the hands of someone who understands painting. After all, you are fated with it. You've saved it time and again, and I believe you will be a good owner."
Ye Baishi looked at the 'Lofty Spirits' scroll Chen Feng had returned to him, giving it a longing and reluctant glance, then carefully rolled up the 'Lofty Spirits' and handed it over with both hands to Chen Feng.
"Master Ye, this..."
Chen Feng had not expected Ye Baishi to actually bestow upon him this heirloom treasure of Huaxia, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.
