Meanwhile, within an alley in Hangzhou's Old Street, Anna Cooke and Yu Xinxin had rested for the night and finally came to visit the folk craft master Malachi Hicks.
Malachi Hicks was over sixty years old, of unremarkable appearance, indistinguishable from any ordinary elderly person, yet within the collector's circles, his name was legendary and resonated like thunder.
Malachi's craft-making skills were rare in the country; it was said he inherited them from a certain school, which itself was founded single-handedly by a renowned artisan of the imperial court.
Malachi had a son, but the son was not involved in collecting nor did he inherit his father's skills; he simply worked as an ordinary civil servant.
Many believed Malachi's craft would be lost since his son did not pursue his art and he had not taken on any apprentices. Thus, discussions about him within the circle were filled with regret.