At those words, Yuan Zhong nodded emphatically.
As the person in charge of the gallery, he had attempted the challenge many times, conjuring up countless images in his mind, yet never once succeeded. He knew all too well how difficult it was to envision a fitting scene based only on five eyes.
"I just had someone look into that scholar. The news is, he once sold imitation paintings at Su Zhe's Rain Paint Tower." Yuan Zhong added.
"Sold imitation paintings?" Liu Sitong's trace of expectation immediately vanished: "Selling imitation paintings means his painting skills are not up to much."
Imitation paintings aren't worth much silver; established painters wouldn't bother selling them. Only those still learning, aspiring to become painters, would do so.
"Enough. You may go for now." Losing interest in the scholar, Liu Sitong and Feng Yuan listened no more.
