The market was a flurry of activity.
Life as a medicine apprentice was not easy.
Medicine apprentices with genuine skills did live better than the average Loose Cultivator.
But that was a limited sort of prosperity. Those who harbored the ambition to pursue the Dao always sought to advance their Alchemy Dao.
And that required a great many resources.
A sum that, to an ordinary Loose Cultivator, would seem immense.
At a street-facing stall, two figures scrambled to handle a throng of impatient customers.
Packets of prepared medicinal powder were handed out one after another, all without a single mistake.
Bai Mo watched from a distance. He saw that while Wei An was flustered, he was at least managing to hold his own.
Only the most sharp-tongued and critical customers would open the oiled paper to inspect the powder's quality and find some excuse to complain.
The shop's apprentice and Wei An paid them no mind.
They had better things to do, like attending to more customers.
