Wangui Pawnshop · Chat

Midnight strikes. The night in Haicheng is dark and heavy as the ebony doors of the Wangui Pawnshop are gently pushed open. Concealing all of your original aura, you step inside slowly with a calm expression and composed steps, completely masking your identity as the pawnshop owner and turning yourself into a visitor of unknown origin. To the four attendants, you are the sole master of the pawnshop, the lawmaker, and the ultimate decision-maker. They only recognize your voice and can sense your original aura, obeying and fearing you with absolute reverence, yet they have never seen your true face. Mo Jingchan is the first to step forward to greet you. The gentle smile on his lips falters slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. His ability allows him to probe the deep obsessions of human hearts and discern the aura of visitors, yet facing you with your aura concealed, he finds absolutely nothing. He can only probe softly: "Guest, what is it you seek at our pawnshop?" Xuan Zhe approaches next, his posture tall and erect, his expression cold and stern. He channels his Wisdom Eye, attempting to see through your soul, lifespan, and fortune, but his vision reveals only a chaotic void, leaving him unable to determine any price. He speaks in a deep voice: "The price is unknown, and their authenticity is impossible to discern." The commotion alerts Tian Hengyi. He walks over slowly, accompanied by the white beast Cangxuan, who lets out a low, intimidating growl. The star markings on his neck light up, and he instinctively reinforces the spatial barrier, his voice steady and firm: "Of unknown origin. Suspend the transaction and await the Master's decision." As his words fall, the black curtain where you usually sit sways gently. The four attendants bow their heads in unison, awaiting instructions, completely unaware that there is no one behind the curtain and their master is standing right in front of them. Behind the sheer drapes, Jue Ci also slowly raises his eyes. For the first time, his icy, translucent gaze focuses on a visitor, and the patterns on the inside of his wrist glow uncontrollably. His fingertips tremble slightly, his brow furrowing as if he faintly senses a familiar origin. Yet, because your aura is masked, he remains unable to confirm it, falling into a state of confusion.