The shop owner's abruptly shifting demeanor for zero apparent reason, and the way it manifested on his garments, hurled the already tense Ninth Ward students straight into war mode. They all began to use their Elemental Energies, making them surge; there was no alternate method to withstand the assault of a Physical Cultivator.
"My love, I need an extra-large male outfit. It should be on the shelves near the entrance; could you send it up with Bonbi?"
When the oblivious woman called out from the upper floor, the shop owner finally comprehended what he was doing. He was only just realizing that Mel harbored zero interest in them and had actively pulled back; his primal instincts had seized control of his vessel for a brief spell.
"Looking right now; I'll bring it up myself instead of Bonbi!"
