After hesitating for a long while, he turned and walked toward the medicinal pill display.
All under heaven bustled for profit; all under heaven jostled for gain.
To hold one's head high and survive in this muddy world, one had to make the right choices time and again. People lived in reality and had to look forward, especially those in high positions, who had even more to consider. Since he could not swallow up the treasures in the pavilion whole, he could only follow the rules and choose an item that benefited him.
Behind the desk, Bai Yujun set down her book and carefully observed the absent-minded customer.
Even without peering into his past, she could guess his story. It was an obsession he could not let go of. If he used this chance to sever his old ties, it would aid his cultivation.
Unfortunately, after much hesitation, he gave up the opportunity. Even if he came to regret it later, it would no longer be quite so complete.
The road beneath one's feet was chosen by oneself. Bai Yujun was merely a passing observer.
The middle-aged man had already reached the pill counter, absentmindedly scanning the strange and varied medicinal pills one by one.
Transparent, red, green, pink, white...
Classic round beads, stars, cubes...
Their packaging roughly revealed the value of the strange pills. The cheap ones were piled into wooden boxes, the better ones placed in porcelain bottles or jade vials. There were also crystal cases, as well as boxes made from some material full of starlight. What left him speechless was that they came in all sizes, the largest one resembling a watermelon.
"..."
They looked like child's play, yet the faint medicinal properties could not be faked.
The prices marked on several pill labels were enough