Chapter 442 - Who’s the Old Man?

Chapter 442: Who’s the Old Man?
Translator: 
Henyee Translations 
 Editor: 
Henyee Translations

The onlookers felt like they were on a rollercoaster ride. The reversal simply came too suddenly for them to digest.
The looks they gave Feng Wu changed again.
They forgot all about calling Feng Wu a shameless girl just moments ago… So, she had been right all along!
That Whistling Vase was really a fake!
Mr Mo was selling fake antiques, and by the looks of it, he was doing it knowingly!


Bamboozling innocent customers with fake pieces – his Elegant Ink Gallery had no sense of shame at all!
The crowd began to look the shop over with animosity.
Everything Mr Mo had bragged about became evidence against himself now, and even Ye Yafei looked embarrassed… They didn’t know what to do.
While Master Bian was questioning Mr Mo, Feng Wu had fixed the broken Whistling Vase again.
She clapped her hands.
Done.

Master Bian stared at Feng Wu in bewilderment.
… That’s your priority? Fixing that fake piece when we’re arguing about a much more pressing matter here?

Would nothing fluster this girl?
All eyes were on Feng Wu now.
Feng Wu only smiled.
Master Yu Wei’s work is so sought after not because of how precious the actual pieces are, but because of the advanced formations in the Whistling Vases.

The more advanced the formation in a Whistling Vase was, the better it could help with comprehending skills with the wind attribute.


Master Bian and the others nodded.
That’s right.


You’re going to buy this with a thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
Feng Wu tossed that repaired Whistling Vase to Master Bian.
Master Bian almost exploded.
Since when had he agreed to that? Having been broken twice, this Whistling Vase was already rickety. There was no way that he could put any formation into it!
Plus, having it around would only remind him of the humiliation he had suffered today. No, he wouldn’t buy it!
However, Feng Wu stood there proudly with a half-smile on her face. She then narrowed her eyes.
Master Bian realized that the girl wouldn’t cut him loose unless he made the purchase.

Fine! I’ll take it!
Master Bian tossed a pouch to Feng Wu, grabbed the Whistling Vase, and turned to leave.
Feng Wu watched as Master Bian walked out and called after him,
Say hi to Priest Wu for me.

P- Priest Wu?


The girl was an acquaintance of his master? No way!
Master Bian didn’t look back and only hurried off with the vase. He couldn’t stand to stay here any longer.
The room fell silent after Master Bian departed…
Everyone looked at Feng Wu strangely.
Feng Wu darted a look at Mr Mo, which made his stomach lurch.
The girl’s gaze was as sharp as a cold blade and it gave him the creeps.
Feng Wu paid no attention to these people and left with Chaoge.
At the same time.
Master Bian was walking away quickly with the Whistling Vase. The longer he looked at it, the more he wanted to toss it away.
For it reminded him of how humiliated he had been in Elegant Ink Gallery.



Master Bian —
Someone blocked his way.
Looking up, Master Bian saw a wise-looking old man and an elderly steward.
The steward was the one who stopped him.
With an impassive face, the steward reached out to Master Bian.
I’d like to borrow that for a moment.

Before Master Bian could reply, the vase was in the steward’s hand.