"All right, let's take a look at those ceramics."
Abel White quickly agreed and prepared to appraise the ceramics for Situ Junyan.
And Situ Junyan turned the video towards Hao Jian, but when Abel White saw Hao Jian, he suddenly exclaimed:
"Damn it, scumbag, why are you there too?"
"The person sparring with your apprentice is me. Why do you think I'm here?" Hao Jian laughed.
Situ Junyan had an expressionless look, unable to believe Hao Jian knew his master. How was that possible? Could he really be the so-called master?
"Sparring?" Abel White furrowed his brows, then looked at Situ Junyan, "Is it true?"
"It's true." Situ Junyan nodded stiffly, not daring to deny it at this point.
"No need to look anymore, you lost. You can't possibly be his match." Abel White said coldly, not even in the mood to glance at their work, because he knew without a doubt that if Situ Junyan faced Hao Jian, he was bound to lose.