[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: ELARA'S APOTHECARY / RIVERWOOD VILLAGE]
By mid-morning, Elara's apothecary had never looked—or smelled—so clean.
Li Wusheng stood by the display counters, his pristine white robes still impossibly immaculate. He was meticulously sorting a pile of delicate Star-Grass, his long, elegant fingers moving with the grace of a calligrapher. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching the subtle, ethereal glow of his skin. He looked less like a runaway noble and more like a deity descended from a painting.
Outside the back door, the rhythmic thwack of an axe echoed through the yard.
Elara peeked through the window and felt her throat go dry.
