After Bo Yanqi and Qi Si had rested enough, they continued checking in and completing their tasks.
"What's so special about this pavilion that it's worth checking in at?" Qi Si asked.
He circled the pavilion but found nothing particularly unusual about it.
Its design was nothing special either—just a very ordinary-looking pavilion.
If it had to have any distinguishing feature, it was that it looked quite old.
"Because it's been around for a long time?" Qi Si guessed.
"That's one reason." Bo Yanqi nodded. "This pavilion is already three hundred years old."
"Whoa! It looks so ordinary—I really couldn't tell." Qi Si sounded surprised.
Perhaps because Bo Yanqi had said the pavilion was three hundred years old, when Qi Si looked at it again, he felt that it had suddenly taken on a sense of history and artistic charm.
"Sure enough, no matter what it is, once it gets old, it becomes very valuable," Qi Si remarked.
"Is that so?"
Qi Si explained, "By 'valuable,' I don't mean expensive in price. I mean its overall worth. Some things can't be measured with money, like a person's experience, or the traces of history carved into this pavilion."
Bo Yanqi stared at Qi Si without saying anything.
Qi Si met Bo Yanqi's gaze, froze for a moment, and asked, "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Bo Yanqi shook his head, a smile curling at his lips.
[I think I can understand Third Master's thoughts. He probably never expected Young Master Qi to say something so philosophical.]
[Forget Third Master, I didn't expect it either. (covers face)]
[Is what Third Master said true or not? Can someone explain this pavilion to me? Out-of-towners really don't know.]
[This pavilion really has been here for a long time. I