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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.

After all, being a supreme master at the age of 20 meant that one's future potential was limitless.

Meanwhile, Charlie was filled with absolute despair.

Just a moment ago, he had inadvertently offended a supreme master.

His own future was shrouded in darkness.

The expression of the other people in the room were also changing rapidly.

Bright was talented enough to be a supreme master at the age of 20.

In a flash, the expressions of those who had previously mocked him turned ashen. They looked like ghosts.

They had offended someone so powerful.

At that point, many realized that those people's future in the art world was essentially ruined.

Suddenly, their gazes fell on Charlie and others.

They couldn't help but feel happy over their misfortune.

At the same time, they felt extremely relieved deep down that they hadn't mocked Bright earlier.

Otherwise, they would likely have faced the same predicament.

Charlie was wearing a depressed expression. He hurriedly came over to Edwin and asked, "W-What do I do, Mr. Wilson?"

By then, Charlie was so frantic that he was on the brink of tears!

After all, the situation at hand was making him somewhat panicked.

"Hmph! Yiu are asking me what to do?"

Edwin, who was there, sneered and glanced at Charlie, saying, "You'd better pray for your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out to see if he could catch up with Bright.

After all, he had to make a good impression.

Many other members of the association came to their senses as well and chased after him.

Charlie, who heard Edwin's words, simply fell to the ground.

He looked lost and dazed…

Meanwhile, Edwin and his group rushed out of the art museum.

However, they were unable to locate Bright and Niamh.

After all, Bright was already driving.

The two of them were heading towards the direction of their neighborhood.

This left Edwin and the others with no choice but to return in disappointment.

However, Edwin was not in a rush.

Since Bright had come with Niamh and they seemed to be quite intimate, it wouldn't be hard to find him.

The trickiest part was how he was going to get into Bright's good books.

Edwin was mulling over it.

Subsequently, he murmured to himself, "Hmm… Maybe I should ask my supreme master…"

At the thought of that, he ended up returning to the exhibition hall alone.

Given that such an incident had occurred, everyone needed some time to cool down.

Upon Edwin's return to the exhibition hall, he looked at the painting done by Bright displayed on the table with nothing but appreciation in his gaze.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He then took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to his supreme master.

In only a matter of minutes, Edwin's phone rang.

"Hinsley." Edwin greeted as soon as he picked up.

"Edwin! Where did you get this painting from? This… this is definitely the authentic work of a supreme master!"

On the other end of the line, an urgent, trembling voice echoed in his ears.

"I can't believe this! I have lived for 78 years, and this is the first time I have witnessed a traditional painting done by a supreme master!"

Hearing his supreme master's anxious voice, Edwin was flooded with a mix of emotions!

His supreme master started studying under their mentor ten years earlier than Edwin.

By the time Edwin became a disciple, his supreme master had already made somewhat of a name for himself.

And after decades of blood, sweat and tears, his supreme master had become supreme master of traditional painting.

With that in mind, Edwin went on to explain the gist of the situation.

As he finished speaking, Hinsley Blaine was noticeably trembling on the other end of the line, his face clearly showing signs of irritation.

Then, he suddenly roared angrily, "You fool, Edwin! You are such a fool!"

While berating him, Hinsley said as sent into a violent coughing fit.

Then, he continued, "Edwin, oh, Edwin. What did our mentor say before you left? He always reminded you not to be too arrogant and not get ahead of yourself.

You should never be overly confident in yourself, and you should remember that there are always people better than you. Did you really adhere to his teachings?"

Hinsley was so angry that he had difficulty breathing.

Edwin, on the other hand, was so full of shame that he could hardly raise his head.

He murmured, "You are right, Hinsley…"

Meanwhile, Hinsley's breathing had calmed down.

Then, he slowly replied, "Listen up! The way you acted definitely offended that supreme master. There's no way he will agree to meet you even if you want to apologize now."

When Hinsley finished speaking, Edwin started to worry.

Hastily, he said, "What do I do now, Hinsley?"

After all, if he couldn't be forgiven by Bright, that meant the end of Edwin's position as the chairman of the Cartmel Art Association.

"You don't have to meet him." Hinsley stated.

"I don't?" Edwin was a bit dazed.

"What do you mean by that, Hinsley?" He asked.

"Hmph. You can just commission him!" Hinsley said with a chuckle.