When Xu Qinghuan received the receipt, she was genuinely taken aback. She hadn't expected Jiang Xingye’s handwriting to be so elegant—the strokes were bold and powerful, possessing a unique, spirited grace.
She carefully folded the receipt and, while putting it into her pocket, took the opportunity to tuck it into the study inside the Yinguang Hall within her Space.
This was, after all, something written by a future titan; who knows, it might fetch an astronomical price at a Sotheby’s auction one day.
Chapter 50