Old Tang's words made Li Chuan feel a sense of dread.
Li Chuan hurriedly interjected, "Old Tang, you mustn't believe this bumpkin! Just look at him; he's obviously from the countryside!"
"Not a single word out of his mouth is true! You absolutely can't trust him! What if he's a fraud?"
But Old Tang's next words completely shattered Li Chuan's last shred of hope.
"Hmph. What gives you the right to run your mouth in my presence?"
"There are some things you will never understand, so stop interrupting. If you butt in again, don't blame me for having you thrown out!"
After saying this, Old Tang immediately turned back to Liu Ergou, his expression instantly switching to a warm smile. The speed of his face-change would put a Sichuan opera performer to shame.
"Young man, may I ask how you learned to make this Hundred Grass Sachet? The craft has been lost for over a hundred years. I thought no one knew how to make them anymore!"
