The next moment, a dozen or so fellows entered the Medicine Hall with their noses in the air, making a grand show of themselves.
"The one walking in front is Xiao Sandao," Wu Yunpeng told Tang Wen through Secret Voice Transmission.
Tang Wen noticed that Xiao Sandao was unremarkable, with ordinary features.
He was, however, wearing a luxurious brocade robe, probably a Heavenly Silkworm Silk Garment worth a considerable sum.
A conspicuous row of silver needles was tucked at his waist, like bullets strapped around a soldier's waist. They were probably for acupuncture.
The two following behind him were probably disciples. Each carried an enormous wooden case like a wardrobe on his back-nothing more than the medicine chests used by physicians in ancient times.
In modern society, it would be called a first-aid kit, except that this one was far too big.
Xiao Sandao could easily have stored the thing in a Void Bag, but to show off, he had specifically made his disciples carry them.
Tang Wen noticed, though, that all dozen or so visitors had elixir emblems embroidered on their sleeves. Even those with the fewest had nine, while Xiao Sandao had ten.
The man with the most actually had thirteen on his cuff, which startled Tang Wen too.
He had heard that these things were the marks of an apothecary, issued only after passing some damned "Apothecary Guild" assessment.
Each elixir emblem represented an apothecary rank. A tenth-rank apothecary had one emblem, and a first-rank apothecary had ten.
Someone with thirteen was something else altogether-at least in the Origin-Nourishing Realm.
After all, transcendent grade meant eleven emblems, and innate level meant twelve.
After entering the Medicine Hall, one of Xiao Sandao's companions, a man with a big, fat face, had barely sat down before he suddenly jumped