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Immediately, Bright started showering her with compliments.

Hearing those words from Bright caused Niamh to blush slightly.

"Sweet talker!" She replied bashfully.

While speaking, Niamh stretched out her hand.

Seeing that, Bright held her hand. He opened the door to the passenger seat of the supercar and helped her in.

After that, the pair headed straight for the art exhibition.

The car sped off like lightning.

In about 40 minutes, they arrived at the Cartmel Museum.

The art exhibition that day was as grand indeed.

Moreover, it was led by the chairman of the Cartmel Art Association.

That was why they were able to rent a gallery in the museum.

The Cartmel Museum was enormous, comprising a total of 12 galleries, covering a total area of 6000 square meters.

The exhibition that day was taking place inside gallery number eight.

Stepping into the exhibition hall, Niamh gazed at the traditional paintings hanging on both sides.

Her expression was somewhat excited, mixed with longing.

Then, she turned to Bright, asking, "Bright, have you ever attended an art exhibition before?"

To that, Bright gently shook his head, responding, "I haven't."

After all, in the past, Bright was not particularly interested in art.

Thus, he never really attended any art exhibitions.

"I see. Well then, let me guide you through it!"

With that, Niamh walked over to a painting of a spring scenery.

She started explaining it to Bright. "This painting of a spring view is a masterpiece by Mr. Owen Cunningham. He's an associate professor at the Cartmel Academy of Fine Arts.

This is his proud masterpiece. Apparently, a wealthy businessman once offered 1.2 million to purchase this painting. However, Mr. Cunningham refused to sell it. He kept it in his personal collection at home."

As she spoke, a touch of admiration surfaced in Niamh's eyes.

Upon hearing that, Bright merely pursed his lips dismissively.

After acquiring the Super Painting Skill, not only had his own painting abilities reached their peak, but he had also become a skilled art critic.

Even though Niamh saw the painting as a million dollar masterpiece, in Bright's eyes, it was full of imperfections.

On top of that, the artwork seemed to embody only form without any spirit.

At that time, Niamh noticed Bright's expression, and asked, "Hm? What's wrong?"

In response, Bright only offered a faint smile and shook his head. "It's nothing."

After all, seeing how excited Niamh was, certain things were better left unsaid.

Niamh was casually chatting as they walked.

In no time, they found themselves standing before a horse painting.

As they stared at the painting, a sense of respect emerged in Niamh's gaze.

Studying the painting, she began to speak slowly, "This horse painting was painted by Mr. Edwin Wilson, the chairman of the Cartmel Art Association. Mr. Wilson is a revered figure in the field.

When I was in university, I was fortunate enough to receive his guidance. So, in a way, Mr. Wilson can be considered somewhat of a mentor of mine.

Not to mention, his skill in painting horses can be described as nothing less than miraculous."

Hearing this, Bright nodded and remarked, "This painting is indeed quite good. However, it's still a bit lacking in the expressions of the horses."

Upon hearing that, Niamh was caught off guard. She was at a loss for words on how to respond to Bright.

At that moment, a somewhat dissatisfied voice abruptly piped up from behind. "Tsk! Big words. Aren't you worried about biting your own tongue? The expressions are lacking, you say? Why are you talking nonsense when you don't know anything about art?"

As soon as the voice rang out, both Bright and Niamh turned around to see an elderly man standing there, looking at Bright with disdain.

Niamh also saw the old man and was immediately taken aback.

Even though, deep down she was not pleased with what Bright had just said, she still spoke up.

"Why are you here, Master Travens?"

After that, she turned to Bright. "Bright, this is Master Charlie Travens."

Meanwhile, Charlie was looking at Bright. He then stated, "Hmph! Did you just say the chairman's painting is lacking in the expressions, young man?"

Bright replied calmly, "Indeed! These three horses lack a bit of charm."

At that, Charlie immediately laughed and said, "Ha! You say this painting lacks charm! Ridiculous! Even Samuel Cotton, supreme master of traditional painting, couldn't help praising this painting by the chairman after seeing it.

You don't know anything, young man. How dare you say that this horse painting lacks charm?"

After he said that, Bright couldn't help but shake his head.

"Really? Based on what you are saying, it seems that this so-called master of traditional painting doesn't have very good taste at all. Why else would he praise this painting?" He responded.

After that remark, Charlie instantly lost his temper.

"How dare you!" He roared.

Samuel was essentially a god in the field of traditional painting.

A snap of his finger could cause the entire art industry to tremble.

How dare Bright insult and question Samuel like that? Who did he think he was? Did he really think he was some kind of supreme master at art?

Instantly, Charlie's face was red with rage.

Niamh, who was standing next to Bright, was taken aback as well. She never expected that Bright would say something so rude.

How naive and ignorant!

She hurriedly blurted, "I'm sorry, Master Travens. My friend here doesn't know much about art. Please forgive him!"

After hearing that, Charlie found himself unable to continue berating Bright.

He could only snort coldly, saying, "Don't be so arrogant, young man. Don't just speak without thinking when you don't even understand what you are talking about."

He was saying that Bright didn't understand what he was talking about?

Instantly, Bright burst out laughing!

Him, not understanding art? If he didn't understand fine arts, his Super Painting Skill would be a complete waste.

Shaking his head, Bright stated, "Forget it. Let's just leave, Niamh."

He couldn't be bothered to waste his energy talking to people like that.

However, at that very moment, a sizable crowd walked over with an incredible force.