Three days later, the day of the appointment arrived.
On this day, a fine drizzle began to fall from the sky, a rarity during the rain-scarce Northern spring. However, such weather was aptly fitting for the scheduled meeting place.
Feng Yixian was very adept at dealing with people. In this drizzly weather, he personally waited at the entrance of the Rain Pavilion. The more he did so, the greater his demands were likely to be. Excessive attentiveness was never free of charge.
"Pharmacist sir, please, this way." Feng Yixian stepped aside and gestured with his hand.
"And this is?" His gaze shifted towards Qing Yu.
"My good friend, Liu Xuande," the Pharmacist introduced with a raise of his hand, "Just a minor figure in the Postnatal Realm, I dare not venture out lightly. After all, these days, there are always especially many malefactors."