Chapter 295: Teapot

When Zheng Qing's vision cleared, the two of them were already standing in the entrance of San You Bookstore.

It was the afternoon, and the orange-hued sunlight filtered through the glass doors and windows, falling onto the brownish-yellow floor. It left behind swatches of faintly undulating light and shadow, casting an exceptionally warm feeling.

Outside the bookstore, people rode past on bicycles, ringing their bells. Poodles and teddy dogs barked at each other across low bushes, and at a distance, one could faintly hear the 'pop pop' of whipcrackers, along with a group of old women dancing spiritedly to loud music.

Inside the bookstore, a red clay teapot sat on an iron stove, whistling softly. From the spout, a pearly mist sprayed forth, blending with the orange sunlight, looking exceedingly enchanting.

The gentleman walked forward, picked up the lid of the teapot, then turned and gestured to the young wizard,

"Come in."