It's night.

In the box of a restaurant in the barren city, all the counters of eighteen Dan drugstores gather here.

The table was full of delicious wine, but none of them meant to move their chopsticks.

"Brother Bian, what is the purpose of bringing everyone together?" An opening for the cupboard.

Bian Cheng did not answer the shopkeeper's question, but said to the public, "Everyone knows about the small shop of Dan Yao, right?"

A shopkeeper nodded: "Good! This shop is not open. Our store sells thousands of excellent Xianyuandan every day, and the supply is in short supply. But today, the best Xianyuandan in our shop can hardly...