An hour later, in the bustling shopping district.
It was packed with shouting merchants, cultivators bargaining for rare pills, and noble ladies drifted from pavilion to pavilion.
Madam Li walked gracefully through the crowded streets, wearing a wide bamboo hat with a thick, translucent white silk veil that covered most of her face, though nothing could hide her graceful figure.
People instinctively stepped aside. Not because they recognised her, but because she carried herself like someone with authority.
Since nothing in the entire cultivation world could cure a furious woman's mood better than aggressively spending spirit stones on shopping, and in the process, she had already visited three different clothing pavilions.
And right now, Madam Li was standing inside the town's most luxurious and expensive silk boutique, casually running her manicured fingers over a stunning, tightly tailored red cheongsam embroidered with golden phoenix feathers.
