Nian Shutong's conversation with the elder resembled two parallel lines, not necessarily never intersecting but certainly not eager to do so.
The two of them locked eyes as Nian Shutong pointed to the books on the table and said, "You might as well take a look before deciding, otherwise I'm afraid you'll regret it."
"Pssh! You're not that old, yet you've got quite the attitude, reminds me a bit of my younger days. It's good for the youth to have such vigor."
The elder opened the book on the table and glanced at the first line nonchalantly. But as he read the second line, his interest piqued, and by the third line, he looked up at Nian Shutong.
"Are they all of this level?"
"Only higher, never lower."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go back and copy them!"
The elder was getting anxious because what Nian Shutong had brought him was among the most classic of ancient books. He hadn't expected the young girl to have such an impressive collection.
