"Shopkeeper Li, has the cinnabar I ordered arrived yet?"
The pharmacy owner, busy with his abacus, looked up and immediately spotted the strange man in the red Daoist robe. Instantly, a flattering smile appeared on his face—this man was a big customer. "Ah, sir, we've been waiting for you. All thirty jin are right here. Uh, Xiaohuzi, help the gentleman carry it home."
"No need. I'll carry it myself." After paying the balance, Li Huowang grabbed the bag with one hand and turned to leave the pharmacy.
The pharmacy assistant, Xiaohuzi, looked quite puzzled and asked his boss, "Shopkeeper, what's he doing with thirty jin of cinnabar? Even if an ordinary person needs it for medicine, they'd only buy it a few ounces at a time at most."
