A Vast World in the Heart, Strength in the Hand-Why Fear the Mundane?

"What did you say?"

The moment these words were spoken, not only Meng Qingyan but even Meng Bufan, whose understanding of this path was far from thorough, changed expression in shock. He too knew what those irregular patterns, yet possessed of an unusual beauty, represented.

"You're saying these tiny patterns can be made by human hands, rather than bestowed by Heaven?" Meng Qingyan's breathing quickened. He had plainly forgotten the purpose of his visit, then noticed another implication in Qiu Yan's words. "This cup was originally in this room? How could that be?"

Most of the cups, dishes, and porcelain used in the main residence of the Meng Clan and its secondary estates came from the Meng Clan's own workshops. Naturally, the Meng Clan also collected quite a few precious porcelains, but they would not casually bring them to a secondary estate for others to use.

Meng Qingyan knew perfectly well what standard the porcelain fired in his family's workshops was. Judging from the appearance of the teapot and cups before him, they far surpassed his family's craftsmanship. Even the few fine Southern Kiln pieces he kept in his room might not compare to them. How could they have originally belonged in this room?

"Please do not jest with me, sir." After some thought, this was all Meng Qingyan could say.

Having seized the initiative in the conversation, Qiu Yan did not intend to keep them guessing. He extended a finger and lightly flicked another cup. The cup immediately gave a clear, crisp ring, exceedingly pleasant to the ear.

The sound made the hearts of the Meng father and son tremble. They became even more certain that this item was extraordinarily valuable.

"I am not jesting with you, Member. This cup indeed originally belonged in this room; I did not