Chapter 15: The weak demon bows, the strong nods.
The Alchemy Cloud Pavilion, nestled at the edge of the sect's inner ring, was alive with fragrance.
It was a place where disciples exchanged sect merit and spirit stones for rare blossoms, spirit herbs, and the pills of clarity.
There, beneath a pear-blossom tree, Ye Chen stood quietly.
His robes were clean but threadbare at the hem.
Counting the spirit stones in his pouch, they were just enough for a single bottle of Five-Petal Soul Calming Elixir.
Something he really needed at the moment.
The alchemy attendant bowed with polite indifference.
"One bottle. No discount,"
Ye Chen forced a smile.
"This one has long admired the work of Master Zhen... I heard a rumor he's concocting spirit-cleansing dew. Might this humble one—"
Before his words could form flattery, a heaven-rending roar swept through the mountains.