After circling around a few times, Tang Feng lost interest.
These works weren't worth his collection.
"Young Master, isn't there anything you like?"
"Hmm."
"How about we check the second floor?"
"Sure."
Qing Shuang had been watching Tang Feng all along, not because she was focused on him, but his indifferent attitude toward the works on the first floor was something she hadn't seen before.
Honestly, most people who came here would buy something, even leaving behind some ink treasures to show themselves as literati, hoping to catch the attention of some lady, but what was this guy pretending to be?
Qing Shuang was a talented woman and felt dissatisfied.
In the eyes of cultivators, they looked down on scholars, thinking they were too pedantic, not flexible, and liked to split hairs.
But they didn't realize that cultivation was also very powerful, just lacking any super strong cultivators.
