Lin Feng glanced over and knew there was more to this porcelain than met the eye. It had spent a long time in a tomb, and traces of grave soil lingered in its cracks.
A master craftsman would have been able to discern even more.
The porcelain had originally been broken, then pieced back together by an expert.
More importantly, the earthy stench, the smell of rotting corpses, and the windows sealed shut everywhere all showed that this was no ordinary place.
People occasionally entered the neighboring shops selling tea and sweets.
Only this shop had no one approaching it.
Getting close made people uncomfortable.
With a glance, Lin Feng saw the heavy yin energy here. Even in broad daylight, little ghosts crawled around inside.
This was a shop that fenced stolen goods for grave robbers.
It probably also sold counterfeits and restored antiquities.
Remembering the Jin Family's original trade, Lin Feng lifted the heavy curtain and stepped inside.
The moment he entered, Lin Feng saw a new save point and chose to save.
An arrow appeared in the shop's rear courtyard.
Material for Zhang Boduan's quatrains.
Strange...
There had been material in the Troupe, and there was material here too.
Lin Feng stood at the entrance and glanced toward the courtyard.
There were people inside. Seeing Lin Feng enter, they turned and gave him a few extra looks.
He was not surprised to find people here. What surprised him was that all seven of them carried official qi.
The man at their head, in particular, had official qi mixed with literary qi. The sight of him made Lin Feng's eyes light up.
Because he was "fresh."
All Lin Feng had seen from beginning to end was decay. This young man gave off an impression of vibrant life.
He was