Treasure Pavilion, auction estate, within an ancient and elegantly furnished room.
A man about eighty years old, dressed in simple Tang attire with white hair and brows, was carefully observing a round and lustrous pill in front of his eyes.
His face revealed expressions of surprise, seriousness, joy, and curiosity.
Finally, he solemnly placed the pill back into the jade bottle, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he looked up at Zhu Fei who was sitting across from him, sipping tea.
"Mr. Zhu, if I am not mistaken," he said, "this pill of yours is meant for healing wounds, correct?"
"Indeed, Elder Hua has good discernment," Zhu Fei nodded, setting down his teacup and smiling, "This pill is known as a Healing Pill, and its effects are indeed for treating injuries, only..."