In the small town at the foot of Qian Ding Sect, Chen Changgui excitedly handed over the written list to the pharmacist.
The pharmacist, recognizing the familiar child, teased as he stroked his beard: "That's quite a lot of items and not cheap at all, isn't your Sect Leader here? Can you kids afford it?"
Before Chen Changgui could respond, he saw a shiny gold ingot pass over his head, placed on the counter by a pair of well-defined hands.
Instinctively, Chen Changgui looked at his own hands. Even as a child, his hands were nowhere near as delicate as those hands, which only bore a thin layer of calluses in a few spots, obviously spared from any manual labor aside from cultivation.
"If it's not enough, I'll say, and if it is, keep the change." Huo Lian's voice came from behind Changgui.
