A single arrow piercing the clouds, and a thousand troops racing to meet it—nothing else could have compared, right?
With his rather impolite closing routine, Fu Qian had easily driven off the day's share of customers.
Considering one of them had even looked like a tourist, he'd probably left a deep impression of Shangjing's urban culture during that brief visit.
"Welcome."
The Bookstore Owner, taking no credit for this at all, was already standing by the door, meeting a pair of crimson eyes.
The greeting was so out of place that the two customers who hadn't gone far kept glancing back.
"Long time no see, Mr. Fang."
Even Lady Selena seemed a little hesitant.
But in the end, she plucked up the courage to greet him and stepped inside, answering his invitation.
"It has been a while."
That was true enough. It had been some time since Selena's last visit.
He remembered that when they'd worked together to film a documentary and help him deliver the Holy Edict to the Greedy Worms, she hadn't looked too well.
After taking time to recuperate, she seemed to have regained much of her energy.
"Help yourself to whatever you want to drink."
So Fu Qian didn't stand on ceremony either. After inviting her to sit, he gestured generously toward the drinks.
"No, thank you."
Unfortunately, unlike Chief Yuan, Selena still had some pointless scruples.
She merely glanced at the drinks and shook her head. She had no intention of helping herself—or of pouring him a cup while she was at it.
"So, has anything new happened with that emblem Taylor saw in his dream?"
Fu Qian didn't dwell on the small discourtesy. He went straight to the point.
"...No. Because of certain measures we took, Taylor Gullard hasn't dreamed in a long time—or,