"Honored guest, your arrival is an honor, forgive my failure to greet you from afar, please forgive me! May I ask if you wish to buy or sell? Hundred Herbs Pavilion is a 300-year-old shop, filled with countless Spiritual Medicine's Treasure Pill, I believe it won't disappoint the honored guest." The young attendant spoke quickly, clearly having recited this phrase a thousand times, it has become second nature.
Zhao Sheng stepped forward a few paces, and said lightly, "I want to buy a few special medicinal herbs. You might not know them; ask your shopkeeper to come out!"
As he spoke, Zhao Sheng slightly released his own aura, then immediately restrained it.
The young attendant's face changed drastically, hurriedly bowed, and said, "Senior, our shopkeeper is in the backyard medicine storage, please follow me to the backyard."
Zhao Sheng nodded and followed the attendant through the front shop, across a courtyard, and arrived at a guest reception hall inside.
