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An Chen stuck on a fake beard and headed toward the exhibition hall.

He had not wanted to come here in the first place, but after giving it some thought, he decided to take a look anyway—to see whether he might run into the person who had helped him up yesterday.

After entering, An Chen saw that painting again. The Watcher was still staring at him.

He had already seen more or less everything in the exhibition hall yesterday, so once inside, he scanned the crowd for that familiar person.

Unfortunately, even when noon approached and the exhibition ended, he found no trace of him.

An Chen stood at the entrance, watching a carriage approach from not far away.

He sighed, preparing to go to Spirit Hall and write Elder Chen a letter, asking him to help look into it.

Just then, the carriage pulled up and stopped before him. The door opened from within, and a servant-like man stepped out. "Sir, my young master wishes to speak with you."

An Chen looked at him in confusion. "Who is your young master?"

The servant was just about to answer when a voice from inside the carriage interrupted him. Then the person inside lifted the curtain, revealing his face to An Chen.

Dongxi? An arrogant, second-rate noble artist. What did he want with me?

An Chen looked at the man before him, his heart filled with confusion.

Dongxi spoke. "Judging by your attire, you should be a merchant, yes? I happen to have several fine paintings and sculptures here. Would you be interested?"

Oh, so he wanted to sell his wares.

An Chen looked at his own outfit. He had originally intended to refuse, but after thinking it over, he decided that since he was disguised, he might as well play