The two of them walked into the Elegant Gathering Pavilion, noticing that the light inside the shop was slightly dim, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and the aroma of old books and ink.
On a few rows of shelves made from pear wood, there were various old porcelains, jade artifacts, calligraphy, and paintings randomly placed. They were all mundane items, without any trace of Spiritual Light.
A middle-aged man with a thin, gaunt face, wearing a long robe made of blue cloth that had been washed until it was faded, was sitting behind the counter. He was engrossed in reading a volume of yellowed ancient text, not even raising his head to glance at the two who entered.
"Uncle Zhao." Li Qiuyun stepped forward, her voice clear and crisp, "We wish to inquire about some news."
