"Sir, are you interested in this face mask? It's a new, high-quality item," the eunuch, who had two copper coins embedded where his eyes should be, said, smiling at Li Huowang. He asked in an androgynous, effeminate voice.
"That's right, I want it. How many Yangshou Pills to trade for it?"
Hearing Li Huowang's words, the eunuch's face lit up with a grin. "Oh, you have a sharp eye, Sir! Just thirty years' worth of Yangshou, and it's yours."
"So expensive?" Li Huowang couldn't help but be startled. He knew exactly how valuable Yangshou Pills were.
"Ah, but that's why I said you're a discerning customer. After all, items from Siqi are a rare sight around here! Allow me to tell you about this face mask's use. Once you put it on—"
"That's enough. No need to explain. I'll take it." Li Huowang picked up the gourd at his waist and poured out thirty Yangshou Pills.
