In Christopher's study, there was a tea table in the middle and three wooden racks, which were full of all kinds of antiques.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Lincoln!"
Christopher walked to the wooden rack, picked up a sandalwood box, and took out a vase from it.
Seeing this, Bianca, who had barged into the room, suddenly let out a surprised cry. "Grandpa, how can you show such an important thing to an outsider?"
Christopher scolded, "Nonsense. I asked Mr. Lincoln to help me!"
"Mr. Lincoln, please continue!"
Bianca walked over briskly and stood by. And her delicate face was full of vigilance as she looked at Atlas Lincoln.
As if she was saying that, I must expose your scheme, big liar!
Atlas didn't bother to care about this spoiled little girl. He focused all his attention on the vase in front of him.
Although this vase did not contain Spiritual Power, Atlas could feel that it exuded an ancient energy.
Most people relied on knowledge to appraise antiques, and cultivators could completely distinguish the authenticity by the "Energy" on it.
Every ancient object had an ancient energy, or aura.
Atlas studied the vase carefully. It was clearly an antique. However, the paint of the outer layer suggested the rough workmanship, which was enough for everyone, even a layman like Atlas to tell that it was a fake one.
This was really odd. No wonder even an expert like Christopher couldn't distinguish.
"Mr. Lincoln, can you find anything?" Christopher asked expectantly.
Atlas did not say a word and continued to size it up.
Bianca said sarcastically, "Grandpa, I've already said that he's only one or two years older than me. What kind of appraisal experience would he have? You see that now?"