Reunion with Shang Xiangyu

Duan Rong lay in the dark room of the inn. He had not lit a lamp or ordered any food, merely lay quietly on the bed, resting from the exhaustion of tracking that Filthy Blood Sect envoy all the way here while using a Divine Sense Scan to observe Renle Pharmacy at the other end of the street—especially the cramped room where the Blood Lingzhi was locked away.

Night had fallen, and Renle Pharmacy soon closed for the day. After shutting the shop doors, the resident pharmacist and the assistants checked the inventory and balanced the accounts once more. Once they confirmed there were no errors, they dispersed.

The two-story Renle Pharmacy promptly fell silent. Only a room on the second floor still glowed with the dim yellow light of a lamp. The ground-floor storefront was already pitch-black, and its doors had been locked.

Inside the lamp-lit room, an old man held a magnifying glass and examined the account books.

Duan Rong's Spiritual Sense remained fixed on the old man.

During his stay at the inn, he had not only kept Renle Pharmacy under watch, but also listened to the idle chatter of the streets. Spreading out his Spiritual Sense, he blanketed the tea houses and restaurants, filtering out only conversations related to Renle Pharmacy.

By now, he knew that the old man was named Zhou Cheng, the old proprietor of Renle Pharmacy. He also had a son named Zhou Zhang, already in his thirties. Father and son ran the pharmacy together, and their business was quite prosperous.

Zhou Cheng was currently sitting in the room next to the one where the Blood Lingzhi was locked away, quietly flipping through the account books in his hands.

The scene within Renle Pharmacy had become exceedingly dull. After observing it for more