These antiques were collected by her grandmother over half her life! How could they be smashed to pieces by Chen Yuanchuan in the blink of an eye?
Qin Yu found the situation very problematic. His sister's antics—were these supposed to be Jingdezhen porcelain? He just chuckled bitterly! Looking at the broken fragments, where was there any patina? Where was there any sign of ancient craftsmanship?
They were clearly modern imitations! Not even worth ten yuan!
"Qin Yu, you still have the face to come here? I'll kill you!" Chen Yuanchuan picked up a vase, ready to hurl it at Qin Yu!
"A'Chuan, don't, my vase!"
"Elder Chen, don't hit Qin Yu, let's talk things out!"
Under the persuasion of two beauties—one older and one younger—Chen Yuanchuan reluctantly put down the vase, glaring at Qin Yu with a huff.
"Kid, how do you still have the face to show up at our Dragon Flame Sect? What are you here for? Haven't you shamed our sect enough? Are you living up to your master's teachings?"
