Wei Qingwan's gaze fell on Chu Lan through her veil, lingering upon him for a long time.
The towering stature, the air of nobility, his striking appearance and commanding presence, making it difficult not to notice him.
Wei Qingwan was certain that this man was not from Xingshan County. His attire was far from ordinary, if he were a local noble, they, the Wei Family, would have surely known about him.
"Young master, please." The shopkeeper smiled and asked the shop assistant to lay out a fresh sheet of paper for him.
Chu Lan stepped forward, and upon seeing the paper placed before him, a trace of surprise passed over his austere face.
Running his fingers lightly over the surface of the paper, the surprise on his face intensified.
This paper, unlike the kind he normally used, why would such good paper, not even found in the Capital City, be available in such a remote location?
"Where does this paper come from?" Chu Lan asked the shopkeeper.