Chapter 444
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All the onlookers were on tenterhooks, for no one had expected this turn of events.
The way they looked at Feng Wu changed.
Feng Wu had been called shameless a moment ago, but it turned out that she was right!
This Whistling Vase was indeed a fake!
This Mr Mo was indeed selling fakes, and by the looks of it, he knew about it!
He knew that it was a fake and was using it to blackmail people. This Elegant Ink Gallery was so shameless!
Many people gave Elegant Ink Gallery unfriendly looks.
Everything Boss Mo had just said had now become evidence that slapped him in the face. Even Ye Yafei's face turned red and white … The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.
While Master Bian was arguing with Master Mo, Feng Wu had finished gluing the broken Whistling Vase back together.
She clapped her hands. "It's done."
Master Bian stared at Feng Wu in resignation. "… You're still in the mood to glue a fake back together when we're arguing?"
How could this girl be so forgiving?
Everyone's attention was on Feng Wu as well.
Feng Wu smiled. "Master Yu Wei's works are so sought after not because of how valuable they are, but because of the level of the formation in the Whistling Vase."
The higher the level of the formation in the Whistling Vase, the better it would be for the understanding of the wind element.
Master Bian and the others nodded at Feng Wu. "That's right."
"1,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Take it." Feng Wu tossed the Whistling Vase to Master Bian.
Master Bian was infuriated.
How could he force someone to buy something like that? The Whistling Vase was no longer sturdy, and there was no way he could put a formation in it.
He would only be reminded of the humiliation he had suffered today if he bought it. Master Bian wouldn't buy it!
However, Feng Wu crossed her hands behind her back and stood there proudly. She gave him a half-smile and narrowed her eyes.
The girl wouldn't let him off the hook if he didn't buy it. That was what Master Bian thought.
"Fine, I'll buy it!" Master Bian tossed a pouch to Feng Wu, then headed for the door with the Whistling Vase.
Watching Master Bian leave, Feng Wu said, "Say hi to Priest Wu for me."
Priest Wu?
This little girl knew his master? It must be fake, right?
Master Bian didn't look back. He left in a hurry with the Whistling Vase. He was too ashamed to stay here any longer.
Silence fell over the room after Master Bian left …
Everyone gave Feng Wu strange looks.
Feng Wu darted a casual glance at Mr Mo, which made his stomach lurch.
This little girl's gaze was like an icy blade, causing people to tremble in fear.
Feng Wu ignored them and left with Chaoge, as if no one else was around.
At this moment —
Master Bian was in a hurry with the Whistling Vase in his arms. When he saw the vase on his way, he wanted to throw it away.
The Whistling Vase reminded him of the sorry state he had been in in the Elegant Ink Gallery.
"Master Bian —" Someone stopped him.
Master Bian looked up to see a wise old man with an old steward.
The one who stopped him was the old butler.
The old steward held out his hand coldly. "Master Bian, may I borrow your Whistling Vase?"
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