Li Huowang raised the medicine pounding pestle in his hand, boringly pounding it into the medicine mortar, slowly grinding the Green Stone mixed with silt into powder.
Although the cave was damp and cold, he was only wearing a coarse cloth garment. However, he had a look of indifference on his face, as if he didn't care about any of it.
He was not the only one in the cave; there were other men and women, all with their hair tied up, wearing the same coarse canvas and hemp rope.
The only difference between them and Li Huowang was that they all had obvious physical defects, some with albinism and some with polio.
Various congenital and acquired physical deformities could be found here, the small material room cave resembling a museum of deformities.
These people's jobs were the same as Li Huowang's, pounding things, but what they pounded differed, some with Gold Stone and some with herbs, but it was clear some were not working contentedly.
