"You... you... impossible! That painting... no, no, no..."
The boss broke out in a cold sweat. He had no idea what year that painting was from, but the subject matter was a modern rented apartment, which was why he gave it such a low price—just considering the paper quality and painting skills.
Beibei jumped up, wanting to take that painting away!
Only then did the duck-billed-cap girl react, trembling in shock from head to toe: "Your name is Ling Yueqian?"
The little one stared with her beautiful eyes, and said in a milky voice, "Hoo... how do you know? Is big sister also a little bug in Qianqian's tummy!"
Ling Yueqian?
Hearing this, the boss simply collapsed to the ground, unable to stand steady, because her name was written right on top of that painting!
The duck-billed-cap girl was also shocked into a daze, her eyes losing focus. No one knew the origin of that painting better than she did; it was something passed down from generation to generation by her master.
Ling Yun frowned. Clearly, he also knew the contents of that painting. He could be certain that from antiquity to the destruction of the world, and right up until before now, he had never painted it—that meant it could only be from the remote antiquity.
Moreover, he confirmed that both the painting and the handwriting came from his own hand.
He truly had no idea why this painting had drifted to the barren land of Blue Star, nor when it had gotten here.
Song Yili said, "I'm buying the alchemy furnace. Twenty thousand, I'll give you the money, and the furnace belongs to me."
She very domineeringly tossed down a black bank card, not caring why the boss had such an expression. In short, the alchemy furnace was