The Shangguan family’s ancestral shop is kicked in and smashed to pieces. A fake contract is used to demand payment, and even the blue-and-white porcelain bowl enshrined by his ancestors for two hundred years is smashed into seven or eight pieces in front of everyone.
Twenty-two-year-old Shangguan Haotian cracks the back of his head, and blood seeps into the bronze Heavenly Secrets Lock around his neck. Memories come flooding back: in his previous life, he was a master restorer at the Palace Museum for thirty years.
The System’s rules are both bizarre and stingy: an artifact must be old enough to rewind its history, he can use it only once a day, and the price is putting his own memories up as collateral.
But all he needs is one night to restore the shattered ancestral bowl so perfectly that not a single seam can be found.
At the appraisal, he makes the bowl
