Li Fan, holding a flowerpot, glared with one eye as he surveyed his surroundings.
This was a bathroom, filled with a green pill liquid, the large circular bathtub had quite the vibe of a public bathhouse. From around the bathtub, immortal cranes, toads, jade rabbits, black tortoises, and brocade carps – five stone sculptures continuously spouted fountains of purple, white, gold, blue, and red medicinal soup. The ceiling was adorned with nine coiling dragons in bas-relief, each clutching a medicinal pill in their mouths. Underneath the misty pill liquid vapor enveloping the pool, they emitted a strange herbal fragrance.
The sect master stood by the pool, pinching his fingers in calculation, occasionally reaching into his sleeve to pull out a porcelain bottle and toss some pills into the pool. After about eighty or ninety pills, he finally turned to Li Fan and said,
