Chen Yu immediately activated the system and scanned the brain information of the man before him.
Macallan had not lied; the Gold scepter had indeed been acquired through legitimate channels, though the person who sold them the scepter seemed rather sleazy.
However, it appeared that Macallan suffered from some kind of memory disease, as many of his memories were very vague.
Chen Yu sighed helplessly and could only take out a banknote to buy back the Gold scepter.
To his surprise, Macallan pressed down on his wrist.
"Sir, you are mistaken. We are here to participate in the art exhibition, and all the items will be awarded as prizes, not for sale," he said.
Chen Yu was taken aback; even though he had stayed on Mount Augustus for such a long time, he never knew there was an art exhibition.
Just then, the old man in a mask hurried over with several guards.
"Mr. Chen, today is indeed our annual art exhibition. Anyone who wins the championship will receive a prize!"
