When Rain spoke those words, her interest sparked immediately. That charming smile curled at the corners of her lips, her voice dripping with playful temptation.
Ethan, seeing this, was momentarily stunned. This woman seemed obsessed with 'devouring' him, metaphorically of course.
Quickly recovering, he cupped his hands politely. "Shopkeeper Rain, it's getting late. Time to rest."
With that, Ethan turned smoothly and ascended to the second floor, returning to his room.
"Humph, I really don't understand his style," Rain muttered, pouting as she rested her chin in her hand, gazing longingly toward Ethan's room.
Meanwhile, in his room, Ethan began to set up a protective formation—an intricate formation to shield the Egg.
He retrieved the Phoenix Egg and the palm-sized Phoenix Blood Crystal.
The blood essence within the Phoenix Egg pulsed powerfully, its heartbeats strikingly clear and vibrant.
The crimson egg's surface glimmered like molten lava flowing beneath its shell.
