When Chu Xiu pushed the door open, the sight that greeted him was a middle-aged man wearing thick-framed glasses, who seemed quite scholarly.
The man merely glanced up at Chu Xiu, then lowered his head again.
In this era, customers generally seemed to dislike being disturbed; if one enthusiastically approached them, it would more likely expedite their departure.
Especially in a bookstore, a place that requires silence.
However, what the middle-aged man didn't expect was that as soon as the visitor entered, he walked straight towards him with a clear purpose.
"There are always people beyond people, mountains beyond mountains," he said.
The bookstore owner looked up in surprise; the person in front of him was clad in a wide cloak and wore a strange bronze mask on his face.
Upon seeing the visitor clearly, the owner immediately put down the book in his hands and plastered an eager smile on his face.
"Esteemed guest, please follow me," he said.
