As he crossed the threshold, he stepped into a realm of alchemical wonders. The first floor, akin to a reception room, greeted him with displays of common herbs—a vibrant tapestry of nature's bounty. Among them, unassuming pill furnaces stood sentinel, their humble appearance belying their significance in the alchemical arts.
Customers meandered through the space, their eyes alight with curiosity and aspiration. They examined the herbs, their fingers caressing the leaves and petals as if seeking enlightenment. Qi Zheng, a stalwart figure in this realm, and Michael's guide, acknowledged the young woman stationed at the counter. Her gaze held a mixture of knowledge and experience, he could tell she was a seasoned sales clerk.
