Deng Xiaoxian is twenty-seven this year, with a long face, thin eyebrows and thin lips. His complexion is wax-coloured, and he always wears a grey long suit with no collar on the left and a white robe outside. A lock of hair from his forehead dangles over his left eye.
Zheng Qing still remembers the first time he saw Deng Xiaoxian, it was in early autumn five years ago.
Old Manager Deng grabbed that lock of hair on his forehead and dragged him to his Spring Reviving Hall, his bellowing echoed down the whole street:
"A bottle not full, is just a shaking half bottle!"
"Who do you think you are? What kind of skills do you have? Do you know the fifteen uses of Mausu Neijin? You dare to prescribe medicines without even remembering their properties! And you dare to venture into the new world!!"
"If you run into trouble it's just my bad luck! A childless end for the Deng family! What if you put the other members of the hunting team in trouble? Who are they going to complain to?"
