“Stop right there! Do you know how much it costs to polish this frost-jade floor after lower-realm mud-legs step on it?!”
The sharp, nasal voice echoed across the grand entrance foyer of the nine-story Myriad-Treasure Immortal Pavilion.
Blocking the foot of the glowing crystal escalators stood Floor Manager Wang (Goodness: -18), dressed in his peacock-blue silk robes with a gold abacus tucked into his sash. He pinched his nose with two fingers as if smelling rotten fish, glaring down at the group that had just walked through the revolving spirit-glass doors.
At the front of the group walked Grandma Chen (Goodness: 98), wearing her clean, comfortable blue cotton kitchen apron and carrying a woven bamboo market basket on her arm. Beside her stood Su Wan (Goodness: 95), holding a sleek black leather Earth briefcase, while Chu Lingxiao (Goodness: 97) and six-year-old Little Guo’er (Goodness: 100) admired the floating pearl chandeliers overhead.
Grandma Chen blinked in surprise and looked down at her clean cloth shoes.
“Young man, I wiped my shoes three times on the mat outside before coming in,” Grandma Chen said kindly. “We’re just here to buy three hundred sets of spirit-silk nurse uniforms for Dr. Gu’s clinic and some fresh alchemy herbs for the soup pots.”
