Chapter 33 - Kun (2/2)

"Am I too late?" Tang Ling felt a little anxious.

However, right at that moment, a weak light suddenly appeared, lighting the dark interior slowly. Both sides of the wooden house started to light up dimly as well.

"Ambergris. A quality one." As the dim lights lit up, a lazy voice followed. The calm voice sounded rather nonchalant as if it was whispering into Tang Ling's ears.

Cold sweat instantly filled Tang Ling's forehead. The Precise Instinct that he had always relied on was useless. Could he not even notice there was a person hiding in the dark?

Stepping back cautiously, Tang Ling finally got a clear look at the interior before his eyes.

There was a mahogany counter in front of him and on top of the heavy counter was a copper totem carving. An ember was burning in the center of the totem, emanating a yellowish light.

Beside the totem carving was a metallic incense burner that looked extremely intricate. Jade green smoke rose from the cover. It was graceful and delicate, concentrated yet hardly dissipated, and very aromatic.

A long, fair hand slowly lifted the cover, putting it aside.

Then, from the crystal clear marble saucer, a white shard was put into the burner. The cover was put back and the aroma in the air was thicker than before.

Tang Ling quietly clenched his fists.

The owner of the long fair hand looked up.

Following his motion, his body behind the counter slowly became clear in the dark.

He was sitting, yet it was obvious that he was tall. Although he was not exactly buff, a sense of unbeatable danger emanated from him.

It was purely a feeling as Tang Ling's Precise Instinct had completely failed, and he could not feel anything about the man behind the wooden counter.

"A quality, natural ambergris is hard to come by. It has to be soaked in the sea for a hundred years, and anything that is related to time tends to be unusually more precious than others. But the Purple Moon exists, doesn't it? That's why ambergris became something normal."

Compared to the nervous Tang Ling, the man was very relaxed. He was talking about the aroma in the room, but Tang Ling could barely understood what he said.

The only thing he understood was the term Purple Moon and it made his heart skip a beat. He instinctively voiced his question, "Why?"

As though the man did not expect Tang Ling to ask a question, he showed an interesting gaze but still answered the question, "It's simple. Everything is changing. Would the sperm whales stay the same? Ambergris comes from sperm whales."

The explanation was simple, but Tang Ling could not connect it with the Purple Moon. He felt weird as he finally got a clearer look at the man, but why only now and not before?

The man had black hair like him which was neatly combed backwards and tucked behind his ears.

The man had black eyes like him as well, yet his eyes looked abysmal. Gazing into his eyes, it felt like there was a little glimmer in his pupils like his eyes were reflecting the starry sky.

The man's facial features were so beautiful to the point that it almost blurred his gender.

He emanated a lethargic aura, but the laziness was actually his nonchalant attitude towards everything as if everything bored him and was not worthy of his attention.

He was a man that would leave a strong impression, and he had been sitting there from the start, yet how did Tang Ling miss him?

Tang Ling stood on the spot quietly, but his mind was flooded with many questions.

The man intended to cut the chatter as well. He gazed upon Tang Ling with narrowed eyes and showed a solemn smile. "Welcome to the Mysterious Store, Dream Seed No. 0233."

Dream Seed No. 0233? Tang Ling's heart tightened when he heard the term. He felt like he had latched on to something.

However, before he could ask anything, the man had already stood up. The black robe he wore reflected the dim light, waving and flowing as if it were black water.

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the owner of the Mysterious Store. You can call me Kun."