"I'm surprised, Daoist Zhao. You're quite knowledgeable to even recognize a Wuliu Gourd!"
Shopkeeper Tian gave a thumbs-up in praise and pointed to the brocade box. "A Wuliu Gourd is pale green when it first falls. As the years go by, its color gradually deepens. It turns from green to red, then from red to purple, and finally, it becomes entirely jet-black."
"You see, this Wuliu Gourd is reddish-purple, which means it's at least a hundred years old. As you can see, I'm not exaggerating."
Zhao Lin nodded lightly. There was indeed a saying about Wuliu Gourds: "purple at a hundred years, black at a thousand."
'But while the gourd itself couldn't be a fake, what was inside it was another matter entirely.'
With this in mind, he picked up the gourd, studied it for a moment, and gave it a gentle shake. The sound of a pill rolling around came from within.
"Can I open it and inspect the contents?"
