Because this pharmacy had been selling counterfeit medicine, the Dali Temple had slapped a seal on it and shuttered it for the time being.
News of this quickly reached the ears of the shop’s owner, who had been busy losing a concubine and arrived in a hurried rush. As soon as the fifty-year-old man stepped off his carriage, he bellowed in a rage, "Who is bold enough to seal my shop?"
The stench of alcohol wafting from his mouth as he spoke was truly nauseating.
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