Though it wasn't yet dusk, Cultivators were still walking into the shop, talking and laughing.
The stream of customers never stopped.
Bai Mo couldn't step away. Many customers had come specifically for him, so he had to be present to greet them.
With Lanshan and his men occasionally chiming in to help, the scene was a form of organized chaos.
More so than his Pills, word of Bai Mo's identity as a disciple of the Xuandao Sect spread even faster among certain circles.
Sun Qiao's gaze flickered, watching the Cultivator in the distance being led away by men from a Demon Hunting Team.
Others might not know what was happening, but he could see there was more to it.
"Who are these people now?"
"The Alchemy Dao is such a lucrative business. Someone must have gotten greedy."
His friend beside him murmured, "Why worry about it? With Alchemist Bai's current status…"
He shook his head.
