On Antique Street, An Ning was crouching behind a stone lion, subtly stretching her legs.
"Why hasn't he started yet? Doesn't he trust me?"
An Ning muttered as her spiritual power reached out to interfere just a little.
'If this doesn't work, I'm done with it.'
Just as An Ning was about to withdraw her spiritual power and leave, the Shopkeeper behind the counter slammed his rag onto the countertop with a SLAP. He then stomped menacingly toward the wooden carving.
An Ning, who had just started to get up, quietly crouched back down.
'It worked.'
Sure enough, the Shopkeeper grabbed a hammer and, in one furious burst, rained down a series of blows. BANG, BANG, BANG! The belly of the Maitreya Buddha cracked open.
The Shopkeeper's raised hammer froze mid-swing. A black object, about the size of a fingernail, was exposed.
'There really is something inside!'
His mind reeled with shock and confusion.
His movements slowed, losing their earlier frenzy and impulsiveness.
