Jinshan squatted on the stone pillar outside the door of "Zuixian Tower" and touched the copper wine pot covered with syrup in his arms like he was petting a cat. The word "" on the body of the pot was worn down to its outline, and the spout was missing a hole, which was covered with beeswax.
"Brother Jin, are you here to listen to stories again?" The waiter in the shop passed by with a bucket of swill, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. "If this pot of yours can talk, I'm afraid you can talk better than the storyteller."
"You know something." Jinshan rolled his eyes, and his sleeves brushed against a dark pattern on the body of the pot. "This family heirloom left by my father is said to be able to..." The words stopped suddenly, and he suddenly pricked up his ears.
There was a "crack" in the lobby, and the storyteller was getting to the key point: "Then why did Tingyulou hunt down the Xiao family's orphan? Just because she took away the fragments of the Tianji Tu!" Jinshan slipped into the crack of the door, and almost tripped over the threshold and "reached to heaven on the spot."
