"Ningning... what's happening here? What's the history of this Plum Vase?"
Su Qingqing's eyes were wide open, her gaze lingering repeatedly on the Plum Vase. She found it hard to believe that such an apparently ordinary vase could exhibit such exquisite craftsmanship.
Huo Sining reached out and gently flicked the body of the Plum Vase, producing a crisp sound. Upon hearing this sound, Huo Sining couldn't help but sigh deeply:
