C27 Storage

Ann Jue paused briefly, her youthful face breaking into a clear, innocent smile. She crouched down to peruse the items at the small stall before her. It was a modest space, barely two square meters, with a sparse selection of goods—just a few pieces that resembled chicken blood stones and some low-quality white dry jade.

She knit her brows in confusion. With such a meager assortment