Chapter 1122: 513 Five Tigers_3 Chapter 1122: 513 Five Tigers_3 Stella White lifted her chin.
Among the ladies present tonight, Charlotte Aria had already made her mark.
Now it was her turn to steal the lilight.
With Anton Cook and Cello Cook in attendance, she had to seize this opportunity to put on a good show, leaving a deep impression on them.
At this mont, a deep voice rose, “The heart is as fierce as a tiger, sniffing roses delicately.
People’s hearts are like tigers, the shattered roses can still bloom in the wind, the drunk tiger will also wake up, as long as there is love in the heart, the world will beco gentle.”
The auctioneer’s eyes lit up as he looked towards the source of the voice, “Mr.
Cook’s words are indeed profound.”
Everyone was astonished.
...
Mr.
Cello Cook had actually spoken.
Stella White was overjoyed.
It seed that she had successfully attracted Cello Cook’s attention.
But Cello Cook said, “Master Katana’s level of sophistication is hardly sothing we layn can fathom.
It’s just one person’s view.”
Georgia Kiley smiled, “Mr.
Cook, your words are incorrect.
My master once said, there is no high or low level of comprehension, it’s all about personal perception.
One enlightennt leads to many, one understanding opens up nurous ones.”
Cello Cook laughed, “Master Georgia, you are indeed the last disciple of Master Katana.”
Georgia Kiley said, “A gentleman does not contend for what others pursue.”
She gave a sign to the auctioneer, who imdiately presented the painting to Cello Cook.
“Mr.
Cook, your insightful views truly resonated.
Thus the ‘Five Tigers Descend the Mountain’ belongs to you.”
Cello Cook said, “My words are only one-sided interpretations.
In today’s occasion, everyone should express their views.
Perhaps there may be more unique insights than mine.”
Everybody couldn’t help but admire Cello Cook’s magnanimity, he was even willing to give others chances.
But everyone knew, no one dared to take the lead now.
They had been curious why Cello Cook attended such an event.
It turned out he was here just for this painting.
As Master Georgia said, a gentleman does not contend for what others pursue.
Just when everyone thought the painting was already Cello Cook’s pocketed treasure, a tender and calm voice suddenly rose, breaking the silence, clearly falling into everyone’s ears.
“Like a dragon finding water, like a tiger rushing down the mountain.
A tiger leaning on a mountain displays its majesty.
To the Zen practitioner, realizing the matter of life and death is like a tiger leaning on a mountain, a dragon gaining water – the perfect setting reveals its great deeds.”
This voice was so soft and pleasing, like a cloud floating in the sky, ethereal and illusory, like an empty dream, causing people to sink into it.
For a mont, everyone was in a daze, feeling like they were floating in the clouds, having a surreal sensation.
When they recovered, they looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a radiance from the hidden darkness, glowing white like a secluded moon.
Upon hearing this voice, Charlotte Aria turned her head in disbelief.
It was her!
Anton Cook, who was originally bored and just killing ti, heard the familiar voice and suddenly jolted awake from his chaotic state.
He turned around with a look of surprise.
Peter Aria thought he was hallucinating.
Wasn’t this Aubree Groove’s voice?
Georgia Kiley laughed.
It was her.
She knew she hadn’t misjudged.
The auctioneer stole a glance at Cello Cook.
Seeing him without any sign of dissatisfaction and even a look of interest, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the dim corner.
“Miss, may I request for you to explain further in person?”
She who dares to rival Mr.
Cook, this woman is certainly bold.
The crowd wondered which impertinent young lady was behind this.
Everyone was waiting to see the show unfold.
Catherine Liam ignored the subtle change in Charlotte Aria’s expression and disdainfully said, “Jumping in the middle to steal the lilight, which untrained girl dares to challenge him?
She really needs so discipline.”
Nana Breezent rolled her eyes at Catherine Liam, not saying much, though no one was treating her as a mute.
Esther murmured, “Am I hallucinating?”
Seraphina Parker did not notice Esther’s expression.
She sighed, “Lostswa indeed houses many talented individuals.
I wonder which family’s young lady she is.
Having such charm and temperant, she’s certainly been well-hidden over the years.”
From the darkness, a white figure erged.
Her clothes fluttered, was serene and graceful.
Her figure was slender and flexible like a willow in the mist, her deanor was elegant and free like a cloud in spring.
She was out of this world, appearing nothing like a mortal.
Everybody was dumbfounded for a mont.
This wasn’t an illusion or a real person, was it?
Why did it feel so unreal, as if in a dreamy illusion?
The young lady glided lightly down the aisle.
She walked leisurely, neither rushing nor slowing.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, she strolled nonchalantly.
Everyone thought that among her peers, Charlotte Aria’s grace and temperant were unmatched.
However, the arrival of this young lady made everyone forget about Charlotte Aria.
The climax of tonight’s event was not Charlotte Aria’s talents, nor the rare pearl.
Everyone had a feeling, it was going to be this young lady who was making such a notable entrance.
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