"You so-called appraisers only know how to use 'culture' to hold us hostage," the figure in the shadows said, a trace of anger in their voice. "What do you know?"
Mu Feng steadied himself, looking into the eyes of the shadow, where a flicker of pain and struggle was hidden. "I don't know your hardships, but I understand that these artifacts belong to history, and to the future," Mu Feng replied, his voice low and firm. "You cannot let them vanish into the darkness."
The shadow’s gaze faltered, their movements freezing for a heartbeat. Seizing the opportunity, Mu Feng quickly moved to the delivery truck, opened the door, and carefully took the Bronze Tripod out of its foam container.
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