Lin Nan listened as if hearing a story, her big eyes staring at Qin Feng in surprise. "Where did you hear all this stuff from?"
Qin Feng grinned and pulled out a yellowed ancient text, its title: "Daoist Secret History."
He handed it to Lin Nan and said, "I snagged it last time I was at Yan Danfeng's place, from his desk. If you're interested, take a look. It's full of all kinds of rumors about the Daoist Family—about fifty percent believable!"
Lin Nan flipped through a couple pages of the ancient text he handed her; it was all handwritten with a brush, and in headache-inducing traditional characters.
She handed it back to Qin Feng, shaking her head. "Forget it, you keep it! I get sleepy every time I read. Just tell me about anything interesting you find, that's good enough!"
Qin Feng playfully patted her head and put the ancient text away helplessly—he really felt that kindred spirits were hard to find.
