On the contrary, he seemed more like an ordinary scholar, blending harmoniously with the bustling marketplace surrounding him.
He continued onward, his steps much lighter, calmly merging into the lively common crowd.
As the sun gradually rose, the marketplace became increasingly bustling; he reached the quieter corner in the west of the city, his gaze suddenly paused.
He saw in front of an old shop, a faded wooden sign hung, inscribed with the words "Herbal Hall."
Beside it stood a new wooden sign, written with a Vermilion Brush: "Shop for Sale."
Chen Sheng's gaze fell upon the three words "Herbal Hall," and he felt a slight emotional stir.
He stepped towards the shop, the wooden door gently ajar, lightly pushing it open.
Creaaak—
The shop was dimly lit inside, filled with a faint herbal fragrance, not strong, yet clean and pure.
