For the first time, Xiao Yi Xian heard the Blue-Robed Elder say something other than ask for food and water.
She froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.
"Then please come this way, sir."
As she spoke, Xiao Yi Xian led Xiao Lin into the Myriad Medicine Pavilion.
Though he had never set foot inside, his formidable soul power had long since laid its layout bare to him.
Rows of shelves held all manner of medicinal herbs.
Most of them, however, were low-grade.
The Myriad Medicine Pavilion had some renown in Green Mountain Town, but it was only a small medicine shop. Naturally, it had no high-grade herbs.
Even so, its stock was more than enough for most of the mercenaries there.
When Xiao Yu, a clerk at the Myriad Medicine Pavilion, saw Xiao Yi Xian bring Xiao Lin inside this time, he barely bothered to hide the distaste in his eyes.
Only because Xiao Yi Xian had brought him in did Xiao Yu hold his tongue. Had it been anyone else—even his boss—he would have complained.
A month of Xiao Lin coming by every day for food and drink had clearly worn Xiao Yu's patience to the bone!
A few more visits, and Xiao Yu might well have found a sack one night, pulled it over Xiao Lin's head, beaten him, and warned him never to return!
Neither Xiao Lin nor Xiao Yi Xian paid the young clerk any mind.
Once inside, Xiao Lin followed Xiao Yi Xian to the desk where she usually treated the people of Green Mountain Town.
After they sat down on opposite sides, Xiao Yi Xian waved away her assistant, Feili, who had stepped forward to help. She chose to take this mysterious old man's pulse herself.
Of course, taking his pulse was secondary.