Night fell.
The shop's back courtyard was brightly lit.
Wei An brought out a good amount of beast meat from the storeroom—some fresh, some aged.
A bonfire was lit in the courtyard, and they began to casually roast the meat over it.
Many familiar faces had come: the shop's assistants, Xu Ruyuan who traveled around gathering medicinal herbs for the store, and others.
As the business grew, the profit-sharing arrangement between everyone had changed.
Bai Mo had always left Wei An in charge of these matters.
He did an excellent job. Though his pill-crafting skills were still mediocre, he had never made a single mistake when it came to the shop's affairs.
Young Master Wei and Young Master Wang, the two scions who still lived in the residence behind the shop, had also received invitations.
However, only Young Master Wang came; Young Master Wei was nowhere to be seen.
The two were usually inseparable. When Qin Wen asked, Young Master Wang, sipping his fruit wine, said nonchalantly:
