221. Visitors

"Qingli! How's the order? Is that what that lousy mouth Hu Ming wants?" Replied the old man coolly as his hands moved to wrap up the grinder herbs in front of him. A man in his twenties and wearing a red robe seemed to be the one who had bought the herbs, as his eyes were fixated towards the old man's movements and the herbs atop the table. 

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