But the room in front of him was something Jiang Cheng did not expect. Under the light, Jiang Cheng could clearly see several shelves here. They were filled with all sorts of things. From small trinkets to large stones, and even flowers and plants. These strange things were tightly packed together, yet Jiang Cheng did not feel a sense of crowding.
The place had always been filled with a mysterious aura. On the table in front of the man lay many small jars, seemingly filled with white slips of paper. The man casually tinkered with these small jars.
"What do you want to ask?" the man inquired. Watching Jiang Cheng and Qingqing, Jiang Cheng noticed the man's eyes were long and narrow, seemingly lined with black eyeliner. His whole gaze appeared eerie and mysterious... He just looked at Jiang Cheng and Qingqing like that. Jiang Cheng felt as if everything inside him could be perceived by him.
