Elsewhere.
This was Ye Ranxing's first time coming into contact with so many Cultivators.
She had been born while the sect was closed off.
Thus, she had never had a chance to face the wider community of Cultivators on her own.
Today was her first time witnessing such a bustling place.
Her eyes were almost dazzled by it all.
But the Fallen Angel Lord had been born proud.
She only looked down on mortal things with disdain.
"Little sister, want to buy some sugar frosting?"
In the Cultivation World, those with cultivation were called little fairies, while those without it were collectively called little girls or little sisters. Once they grew a little older, around their teens, they were called young girls.
Hearing the words "little sister," Ye Ranxing felt slighted, and her tone turned distinctly impolite.
"Who gave you permission to speak to this Fallen Angel Lord in that tone? Please use respectful language, and offer your goods to me of your own accord. Only then will I consider spending spirit stones to enjoy your wares."
The outrageous remark left the vendor dumbfounded. Inwardly, he cursed, Is she crazy?
Fortunately, the Fallen Angel Lord did not hear him.
Otherwise, there would certainly have been bloodshed.
With her mother absent, this was the Fallen Angel Lord's first time dealing with so many strangers. Her nature was completely unleashed at once; she lifted her proud little chin, making it clear that she would not deign to acknowledge anyone.
She had not entirely forgotten that she had promised her mother to be a kind, well-behaved child. So her words remained fairly polite. At most, she was merely arrogant, never maliciously insulting anyone.
"Young girl, want to buy some origami? Just one tiny fragment of a spirit stone."
Ye Ranxing stopped. "It's not