Previously, Old Mr. Feng only held consultations at Apricot Forest Hall and never made house calls apart from his medical practice.
Now that the Alchemist’s Business was established, Old Mr. Feng would come over whenever he had free time. Some ill Cultivators would even find their way to the Alchemist’s Business, asking Old Mr. Feng to see patients or concoct Pill.
Old Mr. Feng was in the neighboring Alchemist’s Business, counting Pills, organizing Pill Recipes, and also verifying the quality of the Pills produced.
Mo Hua brought his annual gifts to Old Mr. Feng, who in turn stuffed a bunch of Pills into Mo Hua’s hands.
There were Pills for treating fire and water poison, for warding off miasma, for clearing the mind and focusing the spirit, Fasting Pills to satiate hunger, Hemostatic Pills to stop bleeding, and a few Small Rejuvenation Pills for emergency life-saving.
Each type of Pill was sorted neatly, labeled, and their uses detailed.
Mo Hua thanked Old Mr. Feng and was about to leave when Old Mr. Feng called him back and gave him a bottle of Pills.
Sniffing the bottle, Mo Hua asked,
“Grandpa Feng, what kind of Pills are these? They smell sour and sweet, quite pleasant.”
“Those are Digestion Pills, used for aiding diet and digestion. I fear you might overeat and hurt your stomach, so take a few after meals. If you’re ever peckish, they can also serve as snacks.”
Mo Hua happily said, “Thank you, Grandpa Feng.”
After the busy exchange of gifts, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the bustle was nearly over, only to receive annual presents sent by Master Luo’s messenger.
A red-gold storage box sat in the courtyard of Mo Hua’s house, indicating a generous gift just by its appearance.
Opening it, Mo Hua was surprised.
Inside were not only gifts from Master Luo but, unexpectedly, also presents from Master Qian…
It seemed he didn’t want others to know, so he had sent them over under the guise of Master Luo’s name.
The gifts from Master Luo were proper and related to Formations.
Master Qian’s gifts, however, were much more valuable, covering everything one could need for eating, wearing, and daily life. Probably, he wanted to apologize and express his attitude toward Mo Hua.
After thinking it over, Mo Hua decided to accept them.
He had no direct quarrel with Master Qian, and forming a good connection was beneficial. Besides, he might need Master Qian’s help with some matters later.
Since Master Luo had sent a gift, Mo Hua also prepared some and personally went to thank him in person.
Master Luo was much older than him, adhering to this basic etiquette.
Master Luo’s cave dwelling was one of the most luxurious in Tongxian City, splendid and magnificent.
There were many Cloud Carriages at the entrance, belonging to various clan scions and stewards who came to present gifts.
However, since Master Luo was a first-rate Formation Master, the threshold was quite high, so either they couldn’t see him at all, or they had to wait in line outside for an audience.
The crowded carriages and grand scale outside the entrance broadened Mo Hua’s horizons.
The status of Formation Masters was indeed high, especially those who were officially rated by the Taoist Court.
But with so many people outside, Mo Hua estimated he couldn’t even get through the door.
Just as Mo Hua was considering whether to return later and come back another day, he was spotted by a disciple of Master Luo.