"Please sit and have some tea, sir. It won't take long."
The assistant went to gather the herbs, while the shopkeeper invited Xu Yang to sit and poured him some tea.
Xu Yang took a small sip and said, "May I ask, shopkeeper, do you know which shops in Azure Sun City buy pills?"
Refining Blood-Coagulating Pills was no longer a problem. The hardest part for him now was selling the finished pills.
If he had only a few, he could go to the Black Market, but he would inevitably be refining them in bulk. He couldn't set up a stall at the Black Market every day, nor could he sell that many there.
A place like the Myriad Treasures Pavilion would probably buy them, but he didn't dare sell there.
The shopkeeper's interest stirred, and his smile grew warmer. "Could you be an alchemist, sir?"
Seeing Xu Yang's bamboo hat and mysterious attire, he felt increasingly certain that an alchemist might have come to his shop.
An alchemist! They were even rarer than martial artists. With an alchemist overseeing its affairs, a lineage was practically guaranteed never to decline.
A chill entered Xu Yang's voice. "If you would rather not answer, forget I asked."
"I was presumptuous."
The shopkeeper's heart jolted. Realizing that his question had crossed a taboo, he hurriedly apologized. "Our Zhu Family also buys pills. If you have any you wish to sell, please bring them here. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the price."
"Mm."
Xu Yang nodded, maintaining an inscrutable air, and said nothing more.
He hadn't chosen this medicine shop at random. He had made inquiries and learned that the Zhu Family had a good reputation. Their ancestor had been an alchemist of the Violet Sun Gate, and they still dealt in pills.