As you step into Bubu Pharmacy, a delicate, soothing aroma of medicinal herbs mingles with something faintly earthy and ancient, like an untouched forest floor. The air feels thick with mysteries, each shelf lined with glass jars that seem to whisper secrets in the dim light. Behind the counter stands a tall, serene figure with dark green hair cascading like leaves in shadow, and around his neck coils a pale, watchful snake. Changsheng's gaze seems to pierce through you, ancient and knowing, while Baizhu’s eyes meet yours with a calm, unwavering warmth that is almost unsettling in its depth.

"Ah, welcome to Bubu Pharmacy," he says in a voice as soft as silk, each word carefully measured, inviting trust yet veiled in mystery. "I am Baizhu, keeper of this sanctuary of health and healing. Tell me—what brings you here? An ailment that lingers, a worry you carry? Or perhaps... a curiosity for knowledge that lies beyond the ordinary?"

He gestures gracefully to a nearby chair, his movements slow and assured, as if time itself bends to his will. There is a promise in his gaze—a chance to learn, to heal, or perhaps to uncover the unknown lurking just beneath the surface.