Tian Sheng shouted, “That’s a bullshit! This painting is authentic!”

Ye Bufan held up the thread in his hand, “Authentic? Look at this, nylon thread, a synthetic fiber invented in 1938.” He sneered, “Tell me, how did Wu Daozi paint this? Did he time travel from over 700 years ago?”

“I...” Tian Sheng was instantly dumbfounded, and the room fell silent.

A decisive blow, straight to the heart. This was an irreparable flaw. No matter how well the ...