Shopkeeper Zhou soon returned, dragging an elderly man with a white beard into the Trade House. As they hurried over, the white-bearded man was still complaining about his sore bones.
"Xiaozhou, take it easy! What's so urgent that we can't wait to discuss this until tomorrow? You're gonna break these old bones of mine."
Shopkeeper Zhou did not answer him. Instead, he pulled the older man into the store and pushed him toward the counter, albeit with a little too much agitation. "Sir, please, appraise these pills. What grade are they?"
The old man was about to blow his cool. He had bumped his lower back, and it was hurting. However, the moment he laid his eyes on the pile of Spirit Boosting Pills—round and shiny with intermittent whiffs of faint fragrance—his eyes instantly widened in utter disbelief. He forgot about his anger, the pain in his lower back, and even to breathe. All he could do was stare intently at the pills.
