"Master Gao, I apologize, but we don't have enough of the herbs you need."
In Lincang City, inside a Traditional Chinese Medicine shop, the owner, responsible for dispensing the herbs, informed an elderly man.
The elderly man was dressed in a gray Horse jacket, his temples speckled with white, his face wrinkled; however, he stood with a rigid back and his eyes were sharp. His hands had knuckles that were noticeably larger than those of an average person, with a conspicuous scar on the back of his right hand.
This man was none other than the father of Gao Jianping, Gao Zheng.
Gao Zheng furrowed his brows at the owner, "You're out of stock?"
The owner nodded, "Yes, there's only a little left, not enough for the amount you need."
Gao Zheng asked, "When will you get more stock? I'll come back then."
