“Uncle Sun, why are so many porcelain vases of spiritual pills?” A plain looking youth in linen robes walked in; his skin was pale white, making him look a little delicate. When he saw the table full of porcelain vases, he asked that question in shock.
One must know that Nine Moons Pill House prided itself in its pill quality. Its pills were all stored in jade vases, who would use porcelain vases?
The middle-aged man stood up, “Shao Ke, you're here. These are some pills our store purchased today.”
The linen robed youth asked astonishedly, “Uncle Sun actually bought pills from someone else? Don't tell me that it's from some great pill refiner? But that's not right…”
The linen robed youth knew that if these were pills concocted by a great pill refiner, they wouldn't have come in porcelain vases but in jade vases.
“I didn't purchase these pills. Come, Shao Ke, come take a look at these pills.” As he spoke, the middle-aged man passed the pill in his hand to the linen robed youth.
