The glass entrance of the Nine-Heavens Artifact Pavilion clicked shut behind them.
Carrying their newly purchased treasures, Lin Mo, Grandma Chen, Han Shan, and Little Guo’er walked across the wide marble avenue of Cloud-Mist Market.
Behind them, Tie Niu and Chu Lingxiao strolled at a leisurely pace, with Chu Lingxiao carrying a fresh cup of roasted oolong boba tea.
Grandma Chen cradled the Nine-Phoenix Sun-Jade Wok against her side, while Han Shan carried his dragon-vein sandalwood hoe over his shoulder.
“Young master,” Grandma Chen said, looking around at the cool mountain breeze. “Autumn is turning cold in the valley. Our five hundred outer disciples and thirty-two farmers are still wearing thin summer linen. Some of the young boys only have patched smocks. They will catch chills once the frost arrives.”
“Good governance starts with warm clothes,” Lin Mo said deadpan. “Freezing employees are inefficient employees. We will buy six hundred sets of heavy winter fleece robes, waterproof coats, and thermal boots.”
Han Shan pointed across the cobblestone square to a magnificent three-story building constructed from fragrant cedar and carved rosewood.
Above the wide double doors hung a glowing silk banner: Celestial Feather Silk Boutique.
