"Li…" Fang Mingfeng stood elegantly with his hands behind his back. Just as he was about to remind the Li family a few more times, he heard a clear and clean female voice coming from afar. "Everyone, don't be anxious. Line up one by one… Everyone has a share."
This voice was so familiar to Fang Mingfeng, as if it was engraved in his soul.
Fang Mingfeng's body shook violently as he looked in the direction of the voice.
Hundreds of feet away, on the side of the street, more than 20 commoners were lined up in a long line and gathered in front of a stall. The person who had just spoken was a girl in a bright red dress. She was beautiful and had a friendly smile, making the surrounding people look like a dim background.
Two passersby hurriedly walked past Fang Mingfeng. One of them was afraid of falling behind and urged his companions, "Hurry up, hurry up. The Myriad Herb Hall is applying medicine in front."