On the platform, Wang Yang was still pouring forth evidence. "Twenty-third, the 'Counsels of Great Yu' in the Old-Text Book of Documents speaks of 'tortoise-shell and milfoil divination concurring,' yet fails to recognize that the term 'milfoil divination' came from a later age. The 'Tribute of Yu' mentions a 'great tortoise,' 'Pan Geng' speaks of 'consulting the oracle,' and the 'Conquest of Li by the Western Earl' mentions a 'prime tortoise,' but none speaks of 'milfoil divination.' Examining the writings of the Three Dynasties, we find-"
"Enough."
Lu Huan suddenly interrupted him.
Since no one had made a sound for so long, this sudden voice startled everyone. They immediately turned toward its source.
"Young Master Wang, your learning is broad and profound, your intelligence and eloquence exceptional. But how could such a magnificent work, with its elegant, refined language of antiquity, have been fabricated out of thin air by a later writer? Tell me, could even someone of your talents forge a book capable of deceiving the realm's scholars for hundreds of years?"
Those two questions were rather unreasonable.
They were discussing whether this book was a forgery. Unable to offer counterevidence, he was asking whether Wang Yang could forge one himself...
Wang Yang answered modestly, "Naturally, I have no such ability-"
Without waiting for him to finish, Lu Huan said unhurriedly:
"Since Mei Ze presented this book, the world has seen no shortage of brilliant minds and outstanding talents, yet none has questioned its authenticity. Does the young master consider his own learning and wisdom unrivaled over the past several hundred years?
"If your talents truly surpass all others, past and present, yet even you cannot forge such a work, then just what sort of person could have fabricated the Old-Text Book of Documents?
"If you believe your learning