"No," Mu Feng shook his head. "Old Madam Bai isn't looking for efficiency; she is looking for destiny. We must first grasp the essence of these prescriptions before we can identify the true successor."
He picked up the photograph of the lacquer box, his Xuantong focusing once more on the character "Song" inscribed on it. This time, he perceived deeper details: every stroke of the calligraphy held a specific rhythm, as if the writer had fused the art of temperature control in medicine-making with the strokes of the brush. It was not merely a mark, but a coded legacy.
"I think I understand the new direction for Xuantong Pavilion," Mu Feng said, smiling at his two partners. "We won't just be selling antiques; we will become a bridge connecting the past to the present."
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