Shopkeeper Yun was having fun with the neighbors outside the shop, while his assistant Ye was stuck miserably minding it inside.
He wiped the counter for the third time, then opened every drawer in the Medicine Cabinet to check them again. There was really nothing to check. To put it bluntly, Shopkeeper Yun's shop was just for show, with even less to do than Aunt Chen's chickens.
Ye Hui sighed.
To amuse himself, he went into the Firewood Shed in the back courtyard and brought out the little pot of wild chrysanthemums by the window.
He set the flowerpot on a corner of the counter, where the sunlight fell just right on its petals, then fetched half a dipper of water from the kitchen and crouched down to water it carefully.
Droplets rolled down the leaves, glittering in the sunlight.
The gloomy puppy-snake watered the flowers while minding the shop.
Strange, really, Ye Hui thought, his mind wandering.
Although he had suffered a nightmare last night, after waking up, he found that his shattered dantian had actually recovered a tiny bit.
If his dantian had once been a dry well pinned beneath a boulder, now it was as though a narrow crack had been pried open beneath that boulder, allowing faint traces of spiritual power to seep in.
The devouring power was particularly "lively" today, too, darting through his body as though it had swallowed some potent tonic and become excessively excited.
Ye Hui did not know whether this was good or bad.
He wanted to mention last night's dream to Shopkeeper Yun, but did not know how to begin.
Running to a parent after a nightmare-he was not some three-year-old child.
Since the boy said nothing, Yun Qing did not ask.
Mortal world heart tempering, after all. Experiencing more