Chen Qing left the Zhou Institute, walked south along the bluestone path, and arrived at Renhe Hall.
"Shopkeeper, I'll have three Blood Qi Pills."
He lifted the door curtain, and the scent of medicine mixed with dried tangerine peel washed over him.
Behind the counter, the Shopkeeper was flicking beads on his abacus. He looked up, saw it was him, and stopped. "Master Chen, were the three pills from last month enough?"
"Not enough."
Chen Qing took out his coin purse. "Get some more ready for me this month."
He was now at the threshold of Transmutation Force, and he calculated that buying more medicinal supplements would help him break through sooner.
Just as Chen Qing was about to pay, the Shopkeeper suddenly lowered his voice and tapped the counter with his knuckles. "Master Chen, have you ever heard of the Blood Gathering Pill?"
