As Madame Red-Silk followed Hong Ling up the wide marble staircase to the fifth floor of the Dry-Well Grand Department Store, her eyes kept darting from left to right in shock.
On the second floor, hundreds of noblewomen were standing in front of crystal mirrors trying on Cloud-Silk Push-Up Dresses in dazzling shades of sky-blue, rose-gold, and emerald-green. Every single dress was stitched with tiny elastic formation runes that pulled in the waist, lifted the chest, and made the fabric shimmer like flowing water without needing a single drop of a cultivator’s Qi!
On the third floor, rich landlords were fighting over Crystal Chandelier Spirit-Lamps and Self-Heating Porcelain Bathtubs.
On the fourth floor, the rich, sweet aroma of Rose-Honey Milk Tea and sizzling Cheese-Stuffed Meat-Potato Balls filled the air, while a cold-faced young man in black robes—whom Madame Red-Silk didn’t even realize was the terrifying Rank 5 Sword Genius Ye Guhan—sat quietly in the corner sucking black tapioca pearls through a straw.
“How can a border city in the middle of the desert have all these things?!” Madame Red-Silk thought, her mind spinning. “Even the Imperial Treasure Pavilion in Golden-Crow Capital looks like a dusty pawnshop compared to this place!”
