Wufu sat in the elegant room of the Hundred Treasures Silver Building, surrounded by craftsmen brought by Wen Jian, all of whom looked at her with scrutiny and appraisal.
Against such gazes, Wufu was not annoyed, her expression did not change in the slightest, remarkably calm, which made her somewhat inscrutable to others.
Wen Jian noticed this too, and thought she put on quite a display of nonchalance.
Thud.
The sound of gongs and drums started, and a man about fifty years old, dressed in plain brocade robes, stepped onto the high platform set up in the middle of the Chamber of Commerce and introduced himself.
