"I am an Elder of the Iron Mountain Sect! I am in the middle of a critical epiphany in the hot spring! Do you know how much this interruption will cost my future?!" A bald man with a thick beard bellowed at the front desk of the Celestial Hot Spring, refusing to hand over his wristband.
He tried to project his Core Formation aura, but within the store's premises, it was instantly negated by the Spirit-Dispersing Beacon.
At this point, Wu Meiyu had already taken over as she stared at the patron with a calm, unperturbed smile.
"Elder of the Iron Mountain Sect," She said, her graceful voice dropping the temperature in the lobby by several degrees. "I believe we have informed you before your entry that you may not be able to stay past the store hours."
"If you mentioned you were here to meditate, we would've recommended you to our Premium Cultivation Rooms where time itself can be adjusted to suit your needs."
