The shelves behind the first-floor counter were piled full of odds and ends, making the place look a little messy.
Lamps and all manner of treasures cast their glow over the shop. The front doors stood open. The proprietor stepped over the high threshold, removing her hooded coat as she walked and casually tossing it onto an antique dark-red lacquered coat rack. She changed into a slim-fitting cashmere turtleneck, then leaned back, where a comfortable reclining chair naturally caught her.
She kicked off her casual shoes and changed into flip-flops.
The reclining chair marched on four legs and hopped atop the counter, allowing the boss to look down imperiously upon customers buying things.
She put on her headphones, snapped open an exquisite folding fan, patiently waited for prey to fall into the trap, and crossed her legs as she thought.
Outside the pavilion, the sky created by the Space Secret Technique was crisp and clear in autumn, with returning geese flying south.
Several vertically written Dragon Script characters bloomed with a halo of light. The slick-haired muscular man could no longer keep his hairstyle intact. Fat Tiger had dug up dirt and buried his face in it, leaving his face and head covered in soil, utterly ruining his image. Only when Fat Tiger felt the smell had been more or less concealed did he stop.
The Six-Winged Strange Snake roamed the cavern, constantly flicking its tongue. By nature, it could not possibly care about rules. It was ready to launch a sneak attack the instant its prey appeared.
The cavern fell silent once more.
After roughly two hours, a gap suddenly opened in the blue sky above the cavern, and someone crawled out.
In that brief instant after leaving the passage, before he even had time to observe the cavern,