As Shun Long stepped out of the space tear, the familiar courtyard behind his shop greeted him once more.
The warm scent of medicinal herbs drifted through the air, and even from a distance, Shun Long could hear Fu Li's voice echoing all the way from the second floor, loud, animated, and full of aggrievement.
"I'm telling you, senior Zhang, you guys are taking advantage of me! I could have raised the prices of our pills, but no, I'm being benevolent. Benevolent! A man of virtue! Do you know any other pill shop in the entire region that sells high-grade and top-grade pills to anyone who walks through its door? And yet you guys complain that there are not enough pills? What should I do then? Huh? Ask brother Han to concoct pills day and night for you?"
The anxious, apologetic voice of a man followed the moment Fu Li said the words 'brother Han', before their voices eventually blended with the rest of the shop's noise.
Shun Long smiled and shook his head.
