Such a sense of propriety made it very difficult for people to feel resentful. At this moment, outside the door, the figure of Chen Fanzhuo appeared again. He didn't use his status and cultivation to ignore the people waiting in line but patiently waited on the side.
Only when there were no more people did he enter the apothecary.
"Uncle Chen." Ling'er looked up and greeted the middle-aged cultivator with a smile.
"Miss Ling'er, is Master still refining pills?" Chen Fanzhuo asked politely. He then took out a bag filled with medicinal herbs and placed it on the counter before glancing at the back room.
Just as Ling'er was about to speak, the curtain of the back room was lifted and Xu Qing walked out.
"Greetings, Master." Chen Fanzhuo's expression turned solemn as he cupped his fists.
Xu Qing nodded. His gaze swept past the other party and his heart stirred.
