The Treasure Appraiser opened the bundle and saw it was a dazzlingly colorful bottle. The hues were strikingly beautiful, making his eyes light up. He hurriedly picked up a magnifying glass and examined the bottle repeatedly, his expression growing more and more surprised.
The Treasure Appraiser was silent for a long time, until the Weirdo grew impatient: "What's the matter? Is this worthless junk worth anything or not?"
The Treasure Appraiser put down the magnifying glass and asked the Weirdo, "Master, where did you get this bottle?"
"Found it."
"Really? Where did you find it?"
"I just want you to appraise it to see how much it's worth, why so much idle chatter?" The Weirdo grew impatient.
The Weirdo may have lacked hands and feet, but he had very well-defined features, likely a handsome man in his youth, though what later events led him to this state was unknown.
