"My name is Chen Qingye," the man said, offering a casual nod. "And the little one out back is my son, Chen Yuan."
Long Ming leaned back into his wooden chair, swirling his teacup. "So, Brother Chen, what brings an expert like you to a corner like Flying Eagle City?"
"The Stone Tower is opening soon," Chen Qingye replied, his rugged face growing serious. "Everyone knows it holds ancient heavenly treasures. I decided to try my luck and see if there's an herb inside that can fix my boy's body. Passing through here, a junior of mine mentioned that this antique shop had a few decent things, so I came to check it out."
Long Ming chuckled and raised a hand, gesturing for him to stop. "Alright, no need to pile on the sweet talk. We just run an honest little business here."
Just then, Ah Fu led Chen Yuan back into the front hall. The little boy had a bit more color in his cheeks, smiling happily as he trotted over to his father.
