Qingwu Puzzle

Inside Andingmen, Beijing, No. 7 Huaian Hutong, Zhongji Antiques Restoration. Zhong Nian relies on one pair of eyes to make a living - a chair, a wall, an old piece of wood. He can see where he has been, whose hands he has passed, and what he has hidden. Things don't lie, it's people who do. A strange commission, an old house that has been closed for more than ten years, a missing Qingwu Sect master, a mark carved in the dark - and his dead master, a secret past. He thought he was solving a problem. Later I realized that from the moment he stepped through that door, he was just a piece that had been placed on someone else's chessboard. As for Luo Zi's hand, the more he looked inside, the more... Familiar it felt. "Before he died, my master said that it is enough to remember three sentences in this life. Later I discovered that two of those three sentences were wrong."