Wuxia - Mtl
Chapter 61
"The fire happened too long ago; it probably isn't related," Li Chengyi thought, finding the mysteries of Mist Street even harder to untangle.
"It seems...this painting must be what we're looking for," Sindra sighed, still visibly stunned by the revelation.
Everyone else was equally shaken, with a subtle sense of dread creeping over them.
Could it be that the Mist Street Dead End was actually the scene depicted in this painting?
The place they had ventured into—the gray, misty street that ensnared them in danger—was possibly something spawned from a painting. No one would have ever guessed that. Even those present found it absurd.
Sindra approached the elderly owner, determined to buy the painting and assuring him that money was not an issue.
But the old man was firm, protesting that it was an ancestral heirloom that wasn’t for sale.
"One hundred thousand!" Sindra said calmly.
"This is my grandfather's life’s work!" the old man replied heatedly.@@novelbin@@
"Five hundred thousand," Sindra offered softly.
"Are you mocking me with your money!?" The old man’s face turned red with indignation.
"One million. That’s my final offer," Sindra stated.
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