Origin Mall, which had only just opened for business, seemed cold and deserted. Behind the counter, Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan were whispering to each other about something, looking utterly unconcerned about the shop being open.
The master and servant who entered the store seemed to be visiting for the first time, curiously looking around at the surroundings.
Luo Chuan lost interest after merely glancing at them twice. New customers came to Origin Mall every day; there was nothing worth paying attention to. The two were probably some Lineage's young master and servant.
The decor of Origin Mall apparently gave them quite a shock.
As though he had suddenly thought of something, the young man instinctively looked back in the direction from which he had come. The shop was so spotless that leaving behind a trail of footprints would be hard to justify.
To his surprise, the floor, seemingly forged from some special silvery-white metal, remained as smooth and pristine as new. There were no footprints or stains whatsoever. The youth looked down at his shoes again; they were more than half soaked by the rain. This discovery made his eyes widen in astonishment.
The young man could not help recalling what he had learned before coming here.
Anything related to Origin Mall, no matter how absurd it might seem, still fell within the bounds of reason. There was no need to dwell on it too much. If something felt impossible to understand, that merely meant one's own horizons were too limited.
The young man had now experienced that truth firsthand.
"Young master, those are Magic Phones. Didn't you say you wanted to buy one before coming here? Let's hurry over." The attendant immediately spotted the shelf filled with Magic Phones, as well as the other shelves packed full of