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"Shopkeeper Li, has the cinnabar I ordered arrived?"
The owner of the herb shop, who was in the midst of fiddling with an abacus, looked up and immediately saw the odd man clad in a red Taoist robe.
A fawning smile quickly spread across his face; this man was a major patron. "Hehe, honored guest, we've been expecting you. All thirty jin are here, and, little Tiger, go help the guest take it to his house."
"No need, I'll take it myself." After paying the balance, Li Huowang picked up the bag with one hand and turned to walk out of the herb shop.
The shop assistant, little Tiger, was quite astonished and asked his boss, "Shopkeeper, what does he need thirty jin of cinnabar for? Ordinary folks, even the ones who use it for medicinal purposes, would at most buy it by the ounce."
