Although this tattered book was in extremely poor condition, with water stains, insect damage, and stains everywhere, the words... the papers…
"How is it?" Lin Xiaosi was anxious.
The Adam's apple on Zhou Wenbo's neck bobbed, his voice dry. "Something's not right."
"What do you mean?"
"It's too real." Zhou Wenbo's voice was very soft and filled with disbelief. "The appearance is bad, but the paper is Chengxin Hall paper, the ink is Songyan ink, and the details of the handwriting and brushstrokes… It's even more authentic than mine."
"How is that possible?!" Lin Xiaosi's eyes widened. "Didn't you say that yours is the best imitation? Even the old experts from the provincial museum couldn't tell?"
"I can't tell…" Zhou Wenbo's forehead broke out in cold sweat. "But this book of his is… more real."
