"Where did you get this incense from?"
The elderly man, his hair all white, looked excitedly at the incense in his hand.
"My sister made it for me, teacher, is there a problem with this incense?"
Ye Qing had tried to analyze the incense's composition himself for half a day but couldn't figure it out, so he took it to the Research Institute for his teacher to inspect.
"This is a stick of Ancient Peaceful Spirit Incense. Do you know what that is? It's the wisdom of the ancients."
Li Xiancheng looked as if he had found a priceless treasure.
"Teacher, could you be mistaken? How is this possible?"
Ye Qing thought it impossible. How could his sister possibly know how to make Ancient Peaceful Spirit Incense?
"How could I be mistaken? Do you remember my trip to the ancient city a while ago?"
"Yes, I do. At that time it was said that some incense was discovered in an ancient tomb, and the Research Institute especially sent someone to assist with the research."
