Early the next morning, Duan Rong arrived at the gray-walled, black-tiled pavilion of the Medicine Pavilion.
Xia Honghua was lazily sitting behind the curved counter, yawning, when she suddenly saw Duan Rong walking over slowly.
"Madam, I have come to report to you," he said.
Xia Honghua smiled and looked Duan Rong over, saying, "I thought, young brother, you didn't think much of my little temple and wouldn't come?"
Duan Rong laughed, "Madam, you jest. With a goddess like you in this temple, no matter how small it is, it must certainly be very effective."
Xia Honghua's eyes and brows curved into a smile, she said, "Oh, young brother, you look so honest...yet how can you speak so slickly?"
