"What are you spacing out for? Get inside," Xu Jing said to Chen Ke, who was standing beside the display window.
Chen Ke gently pushed the door open, and the wind chimes on the corridor tinkled melodically, immediately disrupting the tranquil atmosphere of the antique shop.
The room was somewhat dim, lights were off, and due to the excessive clutter inside, the sunlight from the display windows was obstructed.
He saw a human-sized ceramic piece placed in the corner of the wall, and cabinets were piled high with various unnamed trinkets. Surprisingly, there was even a jade inkstone on a nearby table.
Chen Ke was astonished to find that the emerald-green inkstone constantly changed shape. Whenever his gaze shifted away from it, its color and outline would subtly transform.
The dozing elder, also of Asian heritage, was disturbed by the sound of the chimes and looked up at Chen Ke with a gaze that seemed to rush him out.
