The vendor looked up, gazing at the two Huaxia people, his expression shifting as if in thought.
"You two, let's not beat around the bush. I got that pack of paper from somewhere else. It looks like ordinary waxed Xuan paper, but the stuff should have come from your Huaxia. I don't understand this; can you tell me what exactly is the story behind that pack of paper?"
The vendor was also shrewd. Seeing the tense and urgent look on the two Huaxia people's faces, he guessed that the pack of paper might not be ordinary.
The paper had already been sent out by him, and the transaction was complete. It was too late to regret it, but he hadn't figured out the precise value of this item, making him feel unsettled, like being kept in the dark, so he had to ask clearly.
The two Huaxia people exchanged glances. The older one showed a hint of hesitation in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally began to explain:
