"Dad what shall we do now" the inn keeper's son said looking at the unconscious man on the bed.
"Silly kid, do I have to spell it out? Go to the Shen's say that we have found a Yin constitute. And tell them the price can be negotiated." The innkeeper said, slapping his young son's head.
"Ow dad, don't hit me all the time or I might become silly for real," the young man said and walked out of the room grumbling.
"Why does my dad treat me like that? I know for sure that I am intelligent," he muttered as he walked through the crowded streets.
"Ah Ren, where are you going? Aren't you going to try my egg tarts?" the nearby store aunty called.
"No, sorry aunty I am going to the Shen's," the innkeeper's son cheerfully waved.
"Oh my, did he hit the jackpot and find a Yin Constitute?" The store lady mumbled. And so by the time the innkeeper's son reached the Shen's, the news about Yin constitute being in the innkeeper's hands was spread.
