Before he met the nameless old lama, Shen Hui's life was stagnant as a pool of dead water. A small-time peddler scraping by at the bottom of the antiques market, he was a talent overlooked, spending his days among prayer beads and dzi beads.
Then, by a twist of fate, the old lama bestowed an empowerment upon him, and a "storehouse of consciousness" sealed deep in his mind burst open.
From then on, thousand-year-old antiques glowed with golden light in his eyes, and every kind of treasured object would "tell" him about its past and present beneath his hands. The firing of porcelain, the patina of jade, the rust on bronze... No secret left by time could escape him.
Was it a gift of talent, or a shackle of fate? In this trade, where gold and dirt are mixed together, how would Shen Hui use his ability to appraise not only treasures, but people's hearts as well?
I think the author of the novel is also a novelist. What is meant by picking up omissions? It means that you can only pick up omissions by not letting others know the true situation.