On the operating table in a women's prison, Ye Fan wrapped the wounds of a dying female inmate in a Dunhuang flying apsara silk painting. The instant the blood soaked into the painting, the bodhisattva on the mural opened her scarlet eyes.
A Wall Street heiress offered a billion to have him restore her body, unaware that the transplanted antique organs housed parasites capable of devouring greed.
Nine national treasures lost overseas were nothing but "tonics" in Ye Fan's hands!
When the Louvre's Admonitions of the Instructress to the Court Ladies began to seep ink-black human blood, and centipede-shaped curses crawled out of the Japanese National Museum's Tenmoku tea bowl, the global black market erupted into a frenzy.
And the mastermind behind it all was Qilin, the international black market's top appraiser.
Ye Fan was Qilin.
But now, Ye Fan was locked up in an ancient women's prison.
"Lock me up?"
"As if!"
The moment Ye Fan stepped out of prison, his legend began.
