After leaving Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Mu Yang looked up at the sky.
At this hour, he wasn't sure if Bubu Pharmacy had closed for the day.
Being an apothecary, business tended to pick up as the weather turned cooler.
If people weren't careful, they might catch minor illnesses or injuries, keeping Bubu Pharmacy busy.
Mu Yang wasn't in a hurry. He strolled through Liyue Harbor leisurely, making his way slowly toward the pharmacy.
He had fully co to terms with his "setting" now—no more fragnted flashbacks like before.
So, when he reached the steps of Bubu Pharmacy, he didn't feel the sa way he had the first ti.
There was no need to hesitate anymore. If he wanted to see her, he would.
Yaojun was one of his most important friends.
Quite a few people were descending the steps, most carrying large bags.
These were likely not patients but rchants from overseas.
Baizhu's dical skills were exceptional, and he was also well-versed in comrce—not an uncommon combination in Liyue.
Running such a large pharmacy required more than just dical expertise.
Most of Bubu Pharmacy's goods were fairly priced, focusing on high volu with slim profit margins.
Though so items were exorbitantly expensive—like the three-million-Mora Eternal Incense...
Generally, custors seeking dicinal goods weren't overly sensitive to price, prioritizing quality and efficiency instead.
Rather than haggling in the market, it was easier to get everything in one place.
With Mr. Bai's reputation as assurance, spending a bit more Mora was worth it.
Of course, these rchants couldn't hog all the benefits either.
Take these traders, for example—they had now beco Bubu Pharmacy's partners.
They brought rare dicinal ingredients from across the continent to Baizhu and helped distribute his newly developed prescriptions far and wide.
The partners' pockets grew heavier, and Bubu Pharmacy's profits flourished.
It was a win-win situation.
By the ti Mu Yang ascended the steps, Qiqi had just finished preparing the last prescription.
Handing the dicine to the patient, Qiqi tilted her head at Mu Yang, thinking hard but still unable to recall.
"Baizhu, Qiqi seems stuck," Changsheng's voice ca from inside the shop.
Mu Yang walked up to Qiqi and used the power of his Vision to create a small chanical finch.
Only then did Qiqi rember—this was the big brother who had given her the toy last ti.
"Mu Yang. Qiqi rembers now."
She turned and called inside, "Mr. Bai, Mu Yang is here."
Baizhu imdiately set down his brush and ca out to greet him.
"So the Adeptus has graced us with his presence. My apologies for the lack of preparation."
"No need for formalities, Mr. Bai. Just call Mu Yang like Qiqi does. I hope I'm not disturbing you at this hour."
"Not at all. The last scheduled patient just left."
Baizhu guided Mu Yang into the reception room.
"The dicinal herbs you gifted Bubu Pharmacy last ti were all of exceptional quality. Patients reported excellent results."
"I hadn't yet had the chance to thank you properly."
Mu Yang glanced at the white snake coiled on his shoulder.
"You should thank Changsheng. Though we discovered that place together, most of the herbs were cultivated by her."
Changsheng sniffed. "Your power has recovered. So, has the mory loss improved?"
Typical of her. Forget pleasantries—dical mysteries are far more interesting.
Mu Yang deliberately didn't activate any shielding.
Otherwise, in her current state, no matter how familiar they were, Changsheng wouldn't have been able to gauge the extent of his power.
Mu Yang admitted that recent mories were still fuzzy, but the older ones had mostly returned.
"Could it be unrelated to the loss of power?" Changsheng fell into thought.
Mu Yang suspected Clarisse might be involved but didn't ntion it to Changsheng.
He would handle it himself—no need to trouble her with it.
"Please, have so tea."
Baizhu brought out three cups.
Qiqi, who disliked hot drinks, usually didn't touch tea.
But Changsheng seed to have retained this habit.
Baizhu spoke, "Might I ask what brings you to Bubu Pharmacy today, Mr. Mu Yang?"
"Nothing urgent. With the festival approaching, I simply wanted to visit."
Mu Yang took out the mooncakes.
"And to ask for your thoughts on these new pastries I made."
Qiqi picked one from her box—cool to the touch, which she liked.
Glancing at the one in Baizhu's hand, she asked Mu Yang,
"Qiqi's... different from Mr. Bai's?"
"Yours is called a snow-skin mooncake, made specially for you."
While Baizhu got a regular mooncake, Qiqi's was the chilled version.
Changsheng, of course, had so of everything—though she probably couldn't eat much...
Teyvat lacked refrigerators, but with his current abilities—both innate and Cryo Vision—Mu Yang was more convenient than any icebox.
Qiqi took a small bite. "No taste. But cold. Like."
Baizhu had already finished his, sipping tea afterward.
"Sweet but not cloying. Your culinary skills are truly unmatched," Baizhu praised.
"After bitter dicine, a small bite of this perfectly alleviates the aftertaste."
Why would Baizhu know this so well?
Because he was sothing of a dicine connoisseur himself...
Noticing Changsheng's silence, Mu Yang asked, "Not to your liking?"
Changsheng shifted into human form.
Though "human form" was a stretch—it was rely an illusion with very limited physical interaction.
She could move lightly but couldn't grasp heavy objects, and the transformation didn't last long.
The white-robed maiden shook her head. "No, it's delicious. Just... strange."
"Long, long ago, under a tea tree... four people drank tea and ate sweets together..."
"Later..." She frowned, unsure if these were mories or tales Baizhu had told her.
"Later, the sword beca a snowy mountain, the fish sank into the depths, and the mountain's master could no longer pick those tea leaves..."
Baizhu tactfully excused himself with Qiqi to close up the shop.
"Are these... things I've experienced?"
Changsheng knew she had many past experiences but could no longer recall them.
Her current mories only dated back to her contract with the pharmacist.
Mu Yang nodded and slowly recounted the ancient tale to her...
He only spoke of the four's joyful tis together.
The rest, he left silent.
Clarisse... you were never one of them.
When Mu Yang left Bubu Pharmacy, he never brought up restoring Changsheng's power.
For one, he couldn't do it yet.
For another, he had already said enough—she needed ti to process it.
The Next Day
Parallel Earth
The Lantern Rite event begins!
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