Lu Zhiwei, an inconspicuous apprentice in the antique street, was betrayed by his master and expelled from the mountain. Who would have thought that an accident would cause his eyes to change, and from then on, the traces of all things and the past thousands of years would be visible to his eyes. The sky of your kiln is blue, and you can tell the authenticity at a glance; the jade cong of the Warring States Period, you can tell its origins with a snap of your fingers. Those who bullied me in the past will eventually tremble under my feet. And why does that female doctor, who is as cold as the moon, always see through all my secrets with inquiring eyes?
