Mu Wei giggled, shaking her head. Her cascading golden hair immediately rippled with broad swathes of golden light. "Mm, the beds here are very comfortable, so I slept a little longer than usual. Hm? Is this a dragon scale? What an interesting thing!"
The dragon-scale invitation Lin Qi had placed on the long table vanished abruptly, snatched into Mu Wei's hand. She widened her eyes and examined the gold-thread lettering on the invitation from top to bottom. A strange smile gradually surfaced on her face. "The Hyena Merchant Association? Quite an interesting association. I have heard its name before. They say it is currently the most mysterious, most daring, and most profitable merchant association on the Western Continent?"
After a dry cough, Lin Qi muttered in a low voice, "They really do everything. For example, selling rotting corpses."
Mu Wei's face abruptly darkened. She stared blankly at the dragon-scale invitation in her hand, then shrieked and flung it onto the floor. Frantically shaking her hands, she fled outside. "Disgusting, utterly disgusting! No wonder this dragon scale reeks so strongly of corpses! Damn it, the Hyena Merchant Association? I swear I'll make them pay! Someone, bring up scalding water! I need to wash myself properly!"
Lin Qi stared in horror at Mu Wei's bedraggled retreat, only recovering his senses after a long while.
The Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse let out a faint sigh. "A goddess with a cleanliness obsession? I don't think it could be her, could it? If it is, then that is far too bold."
"Who?" Lin Qi asked curiously.
"I only know of one woman whose cleanliness obsession had reached an almost perverse degree—the Goddess of War. You cannot imagine the extent of that woman's obsession with cleanliness. Perhaps it could be called neurosis? But logically, it