The carriage quickly picked up speed and departed.
The shopkeeper ran after them for a bit before stroking his beard and praising the blood-clotting cinnabar fruit in Guan Yibo's hands. "As expected of a divine-rank medicine. Miss, quickly store it in this jade box. You must not let the medicinal effects dissipate."
"Thank you, Shopkeeper." Guan Yibo bowed gratefully toward the shopkeeper and placed the blood-clotting cinnabar fruit, which was still warm with the scent of fresh dirt, into the jade box.
"Miss, could you allow this old man to appraise the panacea inside this small medicinal bottle?"
"Shopkeeper, please." Guan Yibo handed the medicinal bottle over to the old shopkeeper, who took it with both hands.
When the shopkeeper unplugged the bottle, everybody smelled a medicinal fragrance wafting through the air that instantly refreshed their minds.
