It was hard to believe.
From the outside, this simple, almost rustic place was the birthplace of Shen Yin, a brand known and revered across the globe.
Maybe it was a psychological thing, but the moment Kelsey stepped inside, everything felt… sacred.
Externally, there was nothing flashy. The building was a mix of old wood and plain cement, with no real design to speak of.
It looked more like a modern addition had been slapped onto the original structure for practical reasons, making the whole place seem a bit… mismatched.
Once through the gate, they saw a few apprentices in the courtyard, quietly sanding pieces of wood.
The master of Shen Yin was famously eccentric.
He took on apprentices, but his standards were brutal. He demanded they do every single step themselves, no shortcuts, no delegation.
So the scene that greeted them was one of young men and women, all focused on the rough, meticulous work.
