After saying goodbye to Liu Zhuang, Mo Yun hurried away.
He really did have something to take care of.
He had completely run out of Qi-Blood Pills and Dragon-Tiger Pills.
When he had taken his last Dragon-Tiger Pill that morning, he had turned the porcelain bottle upside down and shaken it for ages before confirming that it was truly empty.
He had to buy more from the Logistics Office. As it happened, he had yet to claim his free Qi-Blood Pills for the month.
After quickly polishing off dinner at the nearby Dining Hall, Mo Yun soon arrived at the Logistics Office.
The Logistics Office's two-story building looked rather deserted in the twilight. The lantern hanging by the entrance had yet to be lit, and only a faint yellow glow seeped out from the second floor.
Mo Yun pushed the door open and went inside. Finding no one behind the ground-floor counter, he felt a little surprised.
Did the Logistics Office close this early?
He had assumed the Logistics Office's closing hours would be somewhat different.
After all, most people had to work during the day and only had time to visit the Logistics Office at night.
"Anyone here?" he called.
"Coming, coming!" A young steward hurried down from the second floor. Upon seeing Mo Yun, he hastily put on a smile. "Manor Guard Mo, what brings you here so late?"
He remembered Mo Yun. Commander Li had personally brought this young man here last time.
"I'm here to buy pills," Mo Yun said.
"Pills, huh..." The young steward hesitated. "The old gentleman in charge of selling pills has already retired for the night. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow?"
"It's only just gotten dark, and he's already retired?" Mo Yun was taken aback.
"He's getting on in years, so