The sound of his voice hit the ground, and He Xiu raised his head in surprise on the other side.
The Southern Pharmacy had entries but no exits unless one was dead; in all these years, no one had ever been seen leaving the Southern Pharmacy. This was the place for the abandoned, the ones who had offended the powerful, the ones without a future.
And yet, now the Envoy of the Imperial Apothecary was personally inviting, clearly intending to give Lu Tong special attention. Having won favor from higher-ups, Lu Tong's future could only be bright. He would no longer need to lower himself to squeeze into the cramped lodging of the Southern Pharmacy, constantly accompanied by poisonous flowers and herbs.
No one would refuse such an offer.
Qiu He was confident.
"The Envoy honors me, I am flattered," Lu Tong said. "But I regretfully cannot accept..."
Qiu He stopped, hardly believing his own ears, "Why?"
He Xiu also could hardly believe it.
How could one refuse?
