Suddenly, a crisp sound of glass beads drifted from the end of the alley. A veiled woman was squatting beneath a poplar tree, applying ointment to an old man's leg.
"Granny, your leg aches, but with my Longevity Ointment, I guarantee you'll be up and walking around in three days."
The woman's voice was sweet as honey, yet Shen Qing noticed a cloth bag resting beside her feet, from which a few segments of insect molts faintly protruded.
Chapter 155