This was a spiritual pill shop.
But the moment one stepped inside, an ancient, rugged aura rushed over them.
The shop's outer walls were piled from enormous stone blocks that had not been finely polished. The gaps between them varied in width, looking utterly haphazard and devoid of any architectural beauty.
Traces from their excavation still remained on the stone surfaces, their rough textures appearing even more weighty beneath the light of the immortal firmament.
The main door was a thick slab of solid wood, covered in irregular scars and grain like a weathered face, silently bearing witness to everything that had passed.
Its hinges were two wooden rods as thick as a grown man's arm. Every opening and closing produced a dull "creak." Sometimes, the wind made them creak as well, like the low growl of an ancient beast, drawing sidelong glances and secret frowns from many passing Innate Beings.
Because the wooden door sounded so awful that it was impossible not to notice it.
Inside, the floor was likewise paved with stone slabs of varying sizes. They were uneven in height, and one had to watch their step while walking across them.
At the center stood a huge stone table. Its surface was pitted and uneven, yet possessed a peculiar texture. Several round stone stools were scattered around it for customers to rest their feet and discuss business.
On the ground beside it lay a red Lion Dog. Its eyes were narrowed in a thoroughly sleazy manner, as though if anyone dared sit down to rest, it would dare open its lion's mouth wide!
The wall behind the stone table had been carved with simple stone niches, filled with pill bottles of all shapes and sizes. The bottles had all been fired from Earth Immortal Soil, without the