What kind of hospitality was this?
She could not even be bothered to move. Shi Chun badly wanted to ask Dong Wenshu where he had found this attention-seeking employee. She even carried a bottle of wine and was drunk on duty. Could the Book Hall stay in business like this? It had never made much money to begin with.
He turned to survey the room again and noticed something odd. Business seemed no worse than before.
On closer inspection, he found wine bottles sitting on the tables in front of some of the readers, too.
He had only been gone a short while, and now they served wine?
He turned back toward the Red-Clad Woman, bewildered. Was she not at fault after all? Had that old stick-in-the-mud Dong Wenshu finally seen the light and started selling wine alongside books?
Whether the old man had seen the light was another matter. Her air of complete indifference still struck him as wrong. With that attitude toward work, how could Dong Wenshu have hired her? Was she another relative of his?
Instinctively, he activated his Right-Eye Ability to examine her.
Actually, both his magical power expenditure and the blood qi consumed by his Right-Eye Ability had been rather excessive lately, and he was already reluctant to use it carelessly.
Now that he looked, however, he was puzzled. The hazy gray figure revealed that she was a demon cultivator.
His gaze swiftly fixed on her dantian, where he discovered the form of a luxuriant vine.
Examining the form of her law source, Shi Chun grew even more puzzled. He had never seen a demon cultivator capable of transformation with such weak cultivation. There was no sense of substance or depth at all. Her law source had become almost insubstantial, barely visible. This was his