Master Dong frowned. He really disliked Ling Yun more and more, and not just Master Dong—the three appraisers felt the same way.
"Shut up. As a young man, you dare to mock the masters' comments and appraisals? I think you just can't afford to lose."
"If you can't afford to lose, don't gamble. You're just making a fool of yourself."
"A youngster who truly knows neither the height of the heavens nor the thickness of the earth."
"Master Dong, don't lower yourself to his level."
Master Gong smiled and said, "Youngster, if you don't understand, you can ask someone else. If old man says the wrong thing, I can apologize to you. If by chance old man is right, then please apologize to Mr. Zheng."
"Not only are you wrong, you are dead wrong. As a master, you don't even have an ounce of discernment. What kind of master are you called? Won't you just be misleading the younger generation in the future?" Ling Yun said bluntly.
"Old man would certainly like to hear just how this painting is fake. You'd better not spout nonsense here. If you can't give a proper explanation, don't think about leaving this place tonight," an appraiser surnamed Zhong said, his eyes filled with chill.
"Come to think of it, I didn't say what would happen if you lost earlier, did I?"
Ling Yun suddenly looked at Master Dong with a full smile, causing the latter to get a bad premonition.
There's no way he could know there's a problem with my painting, Master Dong thought to himself. It must be an illusion. Old man will win this round.
"Old man will not lose, because this is the genuine article—it is Mr. Zheng's famous painting!" Master Dong still said firmly!
"Nothing in this world is