But a round of clapping was heard, as a handsome young man stepped out from the Alchemy Hall.
The man was dressed in a maroon-colored long robe, with a distinguished nose and dazzling eyes. His stature was tall and straight, and the corners of his mouth were always slightly upturned when he spoke, as if he were smiling at others.
Despite his extremely fine appearance, Xin Lin did not overlook the shrewdness in the depths of his eyes.
"Stand down now."
The young man waved his hand, and the shop assistant retreated to one side, as if his soul had left his body.
Even with his poor eyesight, he recognized that the little girl who looked like a beggar was no ordinary person.
"I am Jiang Qing, the shopkeeper of the Purple Cloud Alchemy Hall. How may I address this young friend?"
As Jiang Qing spoke, he bent his knee to look Xin Lin in the eye.
Just this subtle gesture brought Xin Lin a favorable impression.
