‘Honest Qi’s Provision Shop’ were the few words displayed. If one did not focus enough to see the words, he might not be able to see it.
An elder with a messy beard was at the corner of the shop hammering something. As Mo Wuji walked in, he lifted his head and grinned at Mo Wuji showing a mouth full of black teeth.
Mo Wuji lifted his head to scan the surroundings. He could not tell whether the things hanging all over the walls were spiritual or magic equipments. The dusky lighting was not helping the cause.
Other than these, there was a cabinet filled with holes which contained a few old porcelain vases of which Mo Wuji had no idea whether it was used to hold medicinal pills or anything other items.
The more ridiculous thing was that at the bottom shelf of this cabinet, there were over ten dried spiritual herbs which were all covered in dust. This method of preserving the spiritual herbs was evidently ruining it.