After the Green Spirit Pharmacy’s door slammed shut, the golden-robed Patriarch Wind Guardian looked around coldly. The shop wasn’t very large, and didn’t look unusual in any way. There was a little oven off to the side with a steaming kettle of water boiling atop it.7

He noted the young man sprawled out to the side, clad in a hemp garment. The young man’s expression flitted between a frown, a thoughtful expression, and a pleased look. He seemed to be mumbling some sort of incoherent, nonsensical poetry. Surprisingly, he hardly took note of Patriarch Wind Guardian.2

The patriarch scanned him and found that he was nothing more than a measly Gold Core cultivator. Ignoring him, he turned his attention to the next notable person, who stood next to the door holding a sword. He was also a young man, and he was smiling broadly at the patriarch.2

“Welcome to our establishment! Don’t mind me, I’m just the guard here. If you want to buy something, step on in!” Turning to look in the direction of the counter, he yelled, “Hey, Ling’er! We have a customer!”2

Ling’er was behind the counter settling the accounts. Hearing her name, she looked up.0

The counter was rather...3