The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

The sound of footsteps grew closer from the direction of the exhibition hall entrance.

Neat, steady, and landing almost in unison.

The two doors were pushed open from the outside.

The first thing that catches the eye is an elderly man with slightly gray hair and beard.

With a whisk draped over his arm, his back was as straight as an ancient pine tree.

Ying Fei kept his eyes straight ahead, hands behind his back, and walked step by step into the depths of the exhibition hall.

Eighteen disciples followed closely behind.

The eldest grandson of the He family, who had already reached the exit, paused.

He turned his head.

Young Master Lu retracted the leg he had just stepped out.

The Zhou family member was even more direct; he turned around, took three steps, and came back to find a spot against the wall.

Pei Jingchuan slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the group of Taoist priests, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The eldest grandson of the He family moved closer to the second young master of the Lu family, his voice hushed.

"Again?"

Young Master Lu did not answer, but clenched the bracelet tightly in his palm.

They wanted to see what tricks that guy surnamed Chen could pull this time.

The audience in the exhibition hall reacted in various ways.

The collectors in the front row looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

"Taoist priests? What's this group of Taoist priests doing here?"

"What's going on? Are they performing guests invited to the exhibition?"

"They don't seem like actors. Look at their expressions..."

"Wait, isn't this a betrothal gift delivery? I heard that Shen Nianqing's fiancé sent a Taoist priest as his first betrothal gift..."

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt pushed up his glasses.

"Didn't you see the news? Last week's trending topic was about nine Taoist priests giving Shen Nianqing betrothal gifts, including a box worth 20 million and paper worth 50 million, which silenced two national treasure-level academicians."

"What?"

"Really?"

"Twenty million worth of boxes? Fifty million worth of paper?"

The message spread like a virus among the population.

Those who knew started explaining things to those who didn't.

Those who didn't know started frantically pulling out their phones to search.

"Holy crap! It really is! It's still trending!"

"Three-thousand-year-old ebony! Taiyi Star Paper! I've never even heard of these names before!"

"So this isn't a performance, this is...they've really come to deliver the betrothal gifts?!"

A corner of the exhibition hall.

A young man wearing a baseball cap suddenly jumped up from his seat, his voice so shrill it cracked.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

His companion was startled.

What are you doing?

"The Taoist priest is coming down the mountain!"

The young man pointed at the group of people, his fingers trembling.

"The fourth most searched topic yesterday! That group of people filmed on the streets of Qingcheng! It's them! It's them!"

Are you sure?

"I'm sure! Look at those clothes! Dark blue base with silver thread patterns! Exactly the same! I watched that video on repeat thirty times yesterday!"

He suddenly raised his phone, his voice filled with an extreme, almost childish excitement.

"Brothers! Witness history! This is a real-life fantasy epic! A Taoist master descends to earth to deliver a betrothal gift! This kind of scene only exists in novels!"

A girl next to him covered her mouth, her eyes reddening.

"My God... they really came down from the mountain... they really did come down to deliver betrothal gifts..."

Next to the display case.

Fang Shouye stood with his hands behind his back, talking animatedly to the replica of the Seven Star Lamp.

"Gentlemen, look again at the rivet technique used at the joint of this lamp. I used a technique commonly found in bronze ware from the Warring States period..."

He realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence.

Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan's gazes were no longer on the lamp.

The two old men's necks seemed to be springy, and they both turned towards the entrance of the exhibition hall.

His gaze locked onto the group of figures in dark blue.

then.

The two elderly people, whose combined age was over 160, looked at each other.

The light in his eyes could not be described as merely "radiant".

That's absolutely infuriating.

"Old Ji!"

Zhou Dechang grabbed Ji Jingshan's arm.

"I saw it!"

Ji Jingshan's voice even changed tone.

"As expected! Coming with Miss Shen was the right decision!"

"I knew it! The first layer of betrothal gifts couldn't possibly be just one layer!"

"Walk!"

Without saying a word, the two national treasures strode forward.

Fang Shouye's second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat, and he stood there stunned.

As he watched Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan's retreating figures, his reading glasses nearly slipped off his nose.

Are these still the two people I know?

Zhou Dechang, a leading figure in the restoration of the Forbidden City, remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, and didn't even flinch when national treasures were shattered on the ground.

Ji Jingshan, a grandmaster in the field of ancient paper restoration, is seventy-nine years old, and his walking is always "slow and steady, moving without disorder".

At this moment, these two were pushing through the crowd with even more ferocity than the aunties scrambling for eggs when the market opened.

Fang Shouye was stunned for three seconds.

What could possibly excite these two old men like this?

His curiosity was like a fuse that had been lit, and it exploded instantly.

Fang Shouye abandoned his commentary stance and followed after him in a few quick steps.

Shen Nianqing's location.

Gu Xingluo was already clinging to Shen Nianqing's arm, hopping on her tiptoes.

"Here it comes! Nianqing! The second betrothal gift! Your fiancé's second betrothal gift has arrived!"

She spun around in place like an overexcited hamster.

"Oh my god! What could it be?"

She grabbed Shen Nianqing's hand and held it tightly.

"Do you think it could be something like what Elder Fang mentioned earlier? A sacred artifact of Taoism! A genuine sacred artifact of Taoism!"

Shen Nianqing did not speak.

Her gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the elderly man at the head of the group, whose beard and hair were slightly gray.

That wasn't the young disciple who came last time.

This old man's demeanor, cultivation, and stature were clearly on a much higher level.

Shen Nianqing's heart skipped a beat.

rear.

Lin Keke has completely gone mad.

She grabbed Chen Xiaoyu's wrists with both hands and shook them violently back and forth like shaking a sieve.

"The betrothal gifts have arrived! Your brother's betrothal gifts have arrived! Chen Xiaoyu! Your brother's second betrothal gift has arrived!!"

"Let go! I want to take the picture!"

"Take a picture! Quick, take a picture!"

Chen Xiaoyu freed one hand and turned the phone camera towards Ying Fei and his group.

The data in the live stream spiraled out of control at that moment.

The number of online users jumped from five million to six million.

70,000.

Eight million.

Gift effects rained down from all directions, almost completely engulfing the screen in golden light.

【Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!】

[The sunflower seeds are ready in the front row! The benches are welded shut! Nobody's going to make me move!]

[The second betrothal gift! I've been waiting for this for a whole week! It's finally here!]

Last time, the box cost 20 million and the paper cost 50 million. What will it be this time? I don't dare to think about it!

[The Taoist priests are back! This time there are even more of them! And their aura is even stronger! I feel cold even through the screen!]

Brothers, look closely at that old Taoist priest leading the group. He's different from last time; this one is clearly an important figure!

[At the exhibition hall! My legs are shaking! The hairs on my body stood on end when these people walked past me!]

[Hold on! Hold on even if it kills you! Streamer, please don't let the stream cut off!]

Brother! My brother! Although I don't know where you are, you will always be my brother!

Is Pei Jingchuan still there? I suggest you don't leave; stay and keep getting beaten up!

Where's the eldest grandson of the He family? And the one who said "3.8 yuan on Pinduoduo"? Come on, show everyone!

Chen Xiaoyu held her phone firmly, her palms sweating profusely.

elder brother.

What did you give your sister-in-law this time?

Ying Fei raised his head and his gaze fell on Shen Nianqing.

He slowly raised his hands, clasped them together in front of his chest, interlocked his fingers, and bowed deeply.

"Miss Shen."

"By order of Mr. Chen, the second betrothal gift has arrived!"

"Miss Shen, please accept the betrothal!"