Just then.
A flurry of hurried footsteps came racing up from downstairs.
A doorman rushed in, his face alight with joy. He didn't even have time to catch his breath before he shouted,
"Boss! Wonderful news! The best news ever!"
"Someone downstairs is here to sell pills!"
Wang Fugui was already in a foul mood. At that, his face darkened, and he snapped impatiently,
"What are you panicking for? Can't you see I'm in a bad mood?"
"People sell pills in the market every day. You're bothering me over something this trivial?"
The attendant shook his head frantically, his voice trembling with excitement.
"It's not an ordinary pill seller! It's that senior! Senior Han Li is here!"
"Han Li! It really is him! He's right outside the Pill Pavilion!"
Wang Fugui's eyes flew wide open. His whole demeanor instantly came alive.
"Who did you say?! It's him?!"
"That's right! It's him!" the attendant said with a firm nod.
Wang Fugui could no longer sit still. His face blossomed into the brightest smile.
His heart soared with joy; he was utterly over the moon.
"Get the tea ready! Quickly! Bring out the finest spirit tea in the pavilion!"
"Prepare the best private room on the second floor! I'll go down and greet him myself! Hurry! Move!"
Shouting orders, he strode toward the stairs and raced downstairs in a frantic hurry.
All thoughts of composure and bearing had flown from his mind.
This was his God of Wealth, the lifeline of his Pill Pavilion!
A moment later, Wang Fugui came sprinting to the entrance of the Pill Pavilion.
At the foot of the steps stood a gray-robed old man.
He had an unremarkable build, an aged face, an ordinary aura, and a cultivation level of the eighth layer of Qi Refining.
It