Upon entering the shop, an elderly man with more black hair than white sat behind the counter, his silver half-face mask on one side of his face drawing attention as it reflected a faint light in the dim room.
Luo never looked up when the two entered, focusing intently on repairing a scroll in his hands. He asked, "What do you want to buy?"
"Why is it so dark in here?" Marquis Zhaoren spoke as soon as he entered, glancing around the room. In the afternoon, the shop faced away from the sun, and the winter daylight was already dim, making the room appear a few shades darker. However, it wasn't so dark that they couldn't see anything.
Shelves lined both sides of the room, and a grizzled old man sat behind the counter. Behind the old man were another row of shelves and a door. Everything looked quite orderly and complete.
"My good sir," Yan Xuan called softly, and then took out the jade pendant.
