The gift shop sold out before lunch.
Grand Elder Lei offered three thousand stones for a miniature blue hard hat. He believed it would protect his grandson from heavenly lightning.
Xiaoyao refused the sale. “It is a desk ornament. It will not protect anyone.”
The elder waved a pamphlet. “It says high-impact material deflects vertical blows.”
“It survived a drop test. That is all.”
Other buyers claimed the toy wrench could open blocked spirit veins. An alchemist called the solar eggs a cure for core damage. Prices rose as the crowd repeated each claim.
Austin entered through the back door and heard enough.
“Close the shop for one hour.”
