"Did I defect to the wrong sect? I should have come to the Holy Pill Sect instead! How wonderful it is to practice alchemy—no need for killing and fighting, just cultivating while refining pills. What a comfortable life that would be. Apothecaries hold a noble status, and pills are desired by everyone; who would ever bear to kill one?"
"No wonder it is so peaceful here. People come solely for pills, and any conflict of interest can be resolved with money. Naturally, pills go to the highest bidder. There's no use being envious of that—blame only your own poverty!"
"I must come to this Ghost Market more often in the future! I have no money right now, but once I am wealthy, I will surely buy until my pockets overflow."
Chapter 397