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Uneven floor tiles, a lamp with nearly depleted oil. Even the blanket covering Lin Yin was patched up, and the entire room reeked of poverty.,At that moment, a sound of something falling to the ground echoed. Standing at the doorway was a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in tattered hemp cloth, gazing at him with surprise.,Looking at the changing title on the faceplate, Lin Yin couldn't help but be startled. He naturally knew what a Spirit Pharmacist was. Although the original host was just a poor and destitute scholar, since he had entered Xuan Yue Sect, he had learned a lot about things.。