The young man before his eyes was definitely a cultivator, Huang Yaoshi thought secretly.
Though he was wearing a pair of glasses, the light blue lenses concealed the sharpness in his eyes, yet by the robust and powerful breathing he possessed, remaining unperturbed by the bitter cold, one could discern something was amiss.
Zhou Ziang had visited the pharmacy once before; it was Mei Nian who had served him that time. Huang Yaoshi was busy with his own matters, so he did not pay attention to him.
Mei Nian was not around, and Huang Yaoshi thought of keeping an eye on the little apprentice nephew for his boss's wife, so he couldn't help but be a bit more strict.
The young man that Xiao Xian had brought was overly handsome, possibly even more silver-tongued, and Xiao Xian was still young. It would be terrible if he were swindled.
