A Teenage Girl Gets Lost in a Department Store

As I passed through the rock, the mist that had obscured my vision cleared, revealing a village nestled in a basin.

“This is the market district that formed beneath the Hyeonyang Sect’s mountain gate, my lord.”

The market district spread out in tiers along the mountainside.

“Ooh….”

Below, tents and market stalls wound together like a maze; higher up, they gave way to handsome wooden shops and stone pavilions.

I’d expected a tranquil paradise where immortals sipped tea above the clouds and discussed the Dao, but the cultivation world’s underside was even noisier than a mortal marketplace.

A luminous pearl hung in the sky, serving as an artificial sun, and I couldn’t help letting out a gasp at its beauty.

Blue lanterns that shone without oil or candles lit both sides of the street, and little bells hung from the eaves, swaying on their own despite the lack of wind.

Cultivators in robes bearing all sorts of different patterns hurried along the streets.

Now and then, cultivators flew through the air on flying swords or spirit beasts, but the goods caught my eye before the people did...