It was finally her turn to write her guess and give it to Xiao Hei, but as soon as she picked up the brush, an elderly man with piercing eyes descended from one of the upper floors. His gaze was sharp and discerning, carrying the weight of experience—almost as if he could unravel any secrets with a single glance.
The moment he appeared, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations hushed, and the remaining appraisers stiffened, realizing that if they hadn't submitted their guesses yet, their chances were about to vanish. There was no doubt—if anyone could determine the correct answer, it would be him.
The elderly man strode forward with measured steps, his deep-set eyes sweeping over the table where Xiao Fang's artifacts lay in neat rows. He exuded an air of wisdom and authority, and the other appraisers instinctively moved aside, allowing him a clear view.
