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All three of Jiang Sheng's eyes fell on the scholar's waist.

A knife fan with a simple, unadorned pattern was tucked at his waist.

The scholar lowered his head to glance at it, then smiled and lifted the fan to cover half his face. "Its corners aren't square, and its curves aren't round. This fan is called the Nine-Hua Fan. It isn't meant to fan oneself or keep cool, but is mostly used to cover one's face or shield it from the sun. It isn't worth much, either. Those wolves may not have thought it worth taking."

The knife fan, also known as the Nine-Hua Fan, was usually woven from thin bamboo strips. It was a rather useless item, rarely seen among ordinary people, though some eccentric Literary Scholars were quite fond of it. Put simply, it was a flashy, stylish thing to carry.

Naturally, bandits wouldn't have thought much of it.

Shen Tang lost interest at his words and looked away.

She might not have cared, but Jiang Sheng acted quite out of character. He stared at the middle-aged scholar for a long time, scrutinizing him so intently that the man couldn't ignore him. The scholar raised a hand to touch his face and asked Jiang Sheng bluntly, "Sir, why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Sheng showed not the slightest embarrassment at being caught. Instead, he smiled and struck up a conversation. "When I was young, I learned a little face-reading from an extraordinary person. I've studied it all these years. I can't say I've mastered it, but I've picked up a thing or two..."

"Is there something wrong with my face?"

With the occasional crackle of the bonfire, Jiang Sheng spoke gravely and earnestly. "There are indeed a few peculiarities... I've met my share of