"Something worthwhile…" said Yang Qing in a contemplative tone. "What exactly counts as worthwhile?" he added, his gaze shifting from the painting to Sun Biya.
"Anything, really—paintings, poems, stories, musical compositions, even research journals on any topic, whether related to cultivation or more mundane subjects like agriculture, infrastructure, and so on. Cultivation arts or even broken treasures with a verifiable history attached to them are also acceptable.
Anything and everything that stimulates the mind would be welcome here," Sun Biya patiently explained, a friendly smile on her face. Yang Qing wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but ever since she'd brought up the idea of him donating something as an alternative means to gain access to their collection, her smile—and the faint shine in her eyes—seemed to grow in intensity, for lack of a better word.
