On the bustling street.
From time to time, passersby glanced toward a shop called the Pill Lightning Pavilion, drawn by the lettering on its signboard.
"When did this shop open? How come I've never seen it before?"
"Of course you haven't. It only appeared today."
"It's empty inside. What does it sell? Has anyone been in?"
"No. Why don't you go take a look?"
"Hiss-that signboard..."
"Don't look! There's something strange about those words!"
Through the open doors, the interior looked utterly empty, nothing like a shop selling goods, prompting quite a few passersby to discuss it.
Others, upon seeing the words "Pill Lightning Pavilion," heard a thunderous boom in their minds. As their heads spun and their vision blurred, lightning seemed to course through their bodies, numbing their flesh and sending their muscles and bones into spasms!
Those who had suffered this before hurriedly warned them.
After witnessing the power of the lettering on the signboard, many people's gazes filled with awe. They were so wary that they dared not spare it another glance.
At the same time, this extinguished many people's curiosity about entering the shop to investigate, leaving them deeply guarded about it.
Several days passed.
Inside the shop.
In a spot hidden from view outside.
A little girl in purple was sprawled over the display counter before her, bored, her small face propped in her hands. The chair beneath her was rather tall, leaving her short legs swinging freely.
The display case in front of her held no merchandise. Instead, a sign hung inside, bearing a few lines of writing.
[Free service: weathering pill lightning for seventh-tier pills]
Over the past few days, not a single person had entered the Pill Lightning Pavilion, largely because of the signboard above its doors.
Looking around