Thousands upon thousands of people had gathered outside He Pingsheng's Alchemy Shop.
The crowd was packed so tightly that not even water could seep through.
Countless people buzzed with discussion.
Yet Ling Zhiwang, standing right beside him, wore a look of disdain.
Somewhat puzzled, He Pingsheng asked, "Fellow Daoist Ling, do you know what's going on?"
"Heh... these people are so ignorant." Ling Zhiwang chuckled. "The Mi Household Ancestor, Mi Zangyuan, is no ordinary man, but the legends about him date back a hundred years. Hardly anyone has heard them nowadays!"
"Forget it!"
"Senior Mi is in your courtyard right now. It wouldn't be right for me to wag my tongue!"
"We can talk another time. I'm off!"
Ling Zhiwang waved and left He Pingsheng's courtyard.
The people outside gradually began to disperse as well.
Only after about two hours did the area outside He Pingsheng's Alchemy Shop return to normal.
He Pingsheng turned away the few people who came in to buy pills.
He wasn't opening for business today.
After roughly another hour or so, the yin energy rising from the backyard roof like black smoke from a chimney slowly faded, until not a trace remained.
With a creak, the little door opened.
Two people stepped out.
One was Mi Zangyuan. The other was, unexpectedly, a beautiful woman dressed in white.
He Pingsheng was slightly surprised.
Whatever else might be said, in beauty alone, this woman was no less lovely than Qiao Huizhu.
What a beautiful woman.
"Hehehe..." Mi Zangyuan looked at the woman, smiling like a child. He pointed at He Pingsheng and said, "This young brother is the one who refined the pills for me!"
"My name is Qi Suyin. Thank you for saving my life, young brother!"
The woman bowed gracefully to He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng