Fairy Mingzhu’s voice sliced through the boutique like shattering glass.
“Did you hear me, lower-realm trash?!” Mingzhu pointed her long, jade-sheathed finger at the glowing gallery wall. “Fifty Limited-Edition Primordial Void-Dragon Spatial Handbags! Ten million Chaos Origin Units each! You could sell your entire mortal ancestral clan into slavery and still not afford the gold buckle on one clasp!”
The fifty handbags hung suspended in individual starlight fields along the northern gallery wall.
Each was crafted from the iridescent, deep-purple scales of adult Void-Dragons hunted in the outer dark.
The clasps were carved from flawless chaos-diamonds, pulsing with spatial expansion arrays capable of holding an entire mountain range.
Several wealthy noblewomen from the Upper Heavens stood nearby in gossamer silks, murmuring admiringly.
They debated whether to spend three years of clan allowances on a single purse.
Young Sovereign Jinye sneered, recovering his composure with a haughty chuckle.
