Wang Xiu's gaze shifted slightly, settling on the desk. The Four Treasures of the Study, ignored by everyone else, glittered with a dazzling light in his eyes.
Yu Xiaolong was studying the scroll, shaking his head and clucking his tongue. "The ink is good, and the paper is fine," he commented. "It's just a pity that the artist's skill is rather ordinary. There's no real artistic depth here. What a waste of such fine treasures... Brother Wang, what do you think?"
Before he could finish, he saw that Wang Xiu had already walked up to the desk. His hand reached for the dusty-looking brush and the ancient inkstone, its ink still wet.
"Stop!" a prodigy bellowed, charging at Wang Xiu while brandishing a Great Halberd.
Several other experts joined forces, unleashing a terrifying aura as they rushed him. Their discerning eyes had already told them that the scrolls were not the true prize. Instead, these items once used by the Dragon Emperor were very likely to possess divine power.
