Jun Wu Xie swept a sidelong glance at the old man and raised up her own bottle of medicine to wave it before the old man's eyes.
"I concocted this myself."
The old man's eyeballs very nearly popped out of his head.
[That medicine was made by that little kid? How was that possible!]
"You have nothing there that I can use. I'll be going." Jun Wu Xie really wasn't in the mood to chat any longer with this eccentric little old man. With a flick of her hand she tossed her own bottle of medicine to that little old man and Jun Wu Xie then lifted her foot to go about on her own way.
The little old man caught the bottle deftly and was left in his spot a little stunned, to stare after Jun Wu Xie's quickly disappearing back.
