Arriving at the second bookstore, Ming Lingyi looked up at the sign above.
"Guanwen Hall"
The calligraphy looked somewhat ethereal, yet possessed an underlying resilience. It was clear that the person who had written this sign had considerable skill in their craft.
Ming Lingyi pushed open the half-closed door and walked inside.
Just as Little Stone had said, the shop was indeed very small—even smaller than Ming's Restaurant before its expansion. But it was clearly well-kept and tidy.
Ming Lingyi glanced around but couldn't see the shop's owner. She couldn't help but call out, "Is anyone here?"
Just as her voice faded, a slight noise came from the direction of the back courtyard.
Then, a graceful figure appeared before Ming Lingyi.
The woman wore a deep red dress. It wasn't extravagant, but she projected an aura that made it impossible to underestimate her.
