Upon hearing that, everyone present was taken aback, frozen in surprise.
Charlie's face suddenly stiffened.
Then, he turned to Edwin and asked, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Wilson? Could there possibly be some hidden secret in this painting?"
Upon hearing Charlie's words, Edwin sighed, shaking his head and saying, "The painting Mr. Bright just made has already reached a level of divinity and artistic simplicity.
It's no exaggeration to say that the horse isn't a part of his painting at all. Rather, it's vibrant and lifelike enough to confuse it for a real one! Anyone who can paint something like this has to be a supreme master.
In other words, Mr. Bright… he's a true supreme master!"
...
Boom!
His words sent ripples of shock through the crowd.
"Uh…"
Everyone's minds were blown.
What had they just done?
Did they just chase a supreme master of painting away, and even ridicule and mock him?
At that moment, the bodies of those who had mocked Bright were trembling.
