A scent of herbs wafted over to Fengyu, drowning him in its vitality.
His eyes lit up as he felt the innate power contained in this mere smell, savouring it for a moment.
"Fellow daoist...? Fellow daoist?" a voice came from up front, the young cashier calling for Fengyu who stood in the doorway.
"Me?" Fengyu escaped his reverie and asked curiously, confused for a moment.
"Yes, fellow daoist, you stood by the doorway blocking the door, so I wanted to ask whether there is any problem." the young man was eloquent as he asked this.
"Oh, haha, no, it was just the smell of herbs that hit me so hard. The vitality contained in even this smell... unfortunately it's too turbid, containing too many different vitalities, making it unusable as a general use for healing, but it's still quite strong!" Fengyu explained what he felt when he first entered the apothecary.
