Broad daylight, at the Imperial Pharmacy Directorate.
The Imperial Pharmacy Directorate stood outside the imperial city. It counted as a government-run hospital and also managed medicines and pill formulas. The formula for the Dragon Blood Pill, for instance, was in the Imperial Court's hands. Anyone who wanted to refine it had to register and pay tax; otherwise, it was misappropriation of state property-exile to Lingnan!
The Gu Poison Sect was called a peddler of fake medicine because all the unlicensed pills circulating in the martial world came from them. Their prices could be half as much, but as for quality, one could only call it a hundred schools contending.
After leaving his wife's home, Xie Jinhuan came to the Imperial Pharmacy Directorate, where he found all five officers from Dan Prefecture recuperating.
Constable Xiao Wang and his partner had regained consciousness. Unknown ointment covered their bodies; they were awake, but could not get up yet.
Liu Qingzhi and his partner were doing reasonably well, being elite guards from the Prince's Manor.
As for Yang Dabiao, with the outrageous foundation of seven bowls of mutton soup for breakfast, his root bone was truly tough. He sat at a table stuffing himself, still finding time to shoot his mouth off to the old physician:
"A Ghost Cultivator of the Demon Path-first one I've seen in my whole life. We boys held out against him for a hundred-odd moves. Even the Immortal Officials of the Directorate of Celestial Observation might not have that on their record..."
"Indeed. These days are growing more and more unsettled. Ghost Cultivators have even started showing up in Jingzhao Prefecture..."
Seeing that none of his comrades were in serious trouble, Xie Jinhuan felt somewhat reassured. After going inside to greet Yang Dabiao and the others, he turned