The apothecary was filled with the rich aroma of medicinal herbs.
Dried mugwort, aged angelica root, and freshly picked Baikal skullcap—all sorts of medicinal scents intertwined in the air, creating a uniquely bitter fragrance.
Chu Fan was pinching a small bit of licorice between his fingertips, his head lowered as he checked the ingredients on a prescription with the Shopkeeper.
Suddenly, a clamor erupted outside, as if a massive crowd was causing a commotion in the street.
The din was so loud it even made the apothecary's door planks tremble slightly.
"What's happening outside?"
The Shopkeeper set down his small hand scale, his brow furrowed as he craned his neck to peer out the door.
An itinerant physician who had been watching from the doorway for a moment hurried back inside and said, "Shopkeeper, it's Zhou Ye from the Seven Stars Gang! He's fighting Huang Yu from the Blood Saber Sect!"
'Zhou Ye and Huang Yu are fighting?'
