Carefully extract a small piece of ointment and weigh it properly.
Zhang Rongfang sprinkled a bit of sugar on the surface to adjust the flavor and then prepared fresh water.
He stuffed the ointment into his mouth in one gulp.
The cool and slightly pear-flavored sweetness flooded his entire mouth.
He only chewed a few times before swallowing it.
"Hmm... the taste seems alright."
Zhang Rongfang savored it for a moment and then looked toward Chen Han, who was beside him.
"Could I trouble Brother Chen to guard outside the door?"
"Yes." Chen Han nodded, quickly walked out of the courtyard, closed the door, and kept watch around.
This is Agarwood Temple.
It used to be an abandoned temple with ghost rumors and hardly anyone came here on a daily basis.
Only after it was renovated, it occasionally attracted a few curious tourists.
But those people only strolled around the front shrine, not rudely rushing to this backyard.
Chen Han wasn't worried.
