Chapter 393: Moonlit Desires
Stella had learned her lesson from the baker. While her Phantom Veil Pendant made her appear mortal to other cultivators, that didn't mean she would seem a simple mortal to other mortals. Since they lacked the spiritual sense to discern her cultivation level in the first place, they were more focused on her looks and mannerisms.
If a mortal threw large amounts of money on a table or was dry during a storm, I wouldn't have thought anything of it. But it's so apparent now that the baker pointed out how much I stand out.
Stella jumped down from Guppy, and a tattered black cloak appeared around her body in a flash of silver light. She landed with a squelch as her feet sunk into the street mud.
Mortals would probably wear shoes in this weather, wouldn't they? Stella frowned as she dug through her spatial ring. She had never liked shoes as they restricted her movement, and most would get destroyed in battle anyway. Ah! Here they are.
Stella pulled out the high heels she had worn to the banquet. Burning off the wet mud that clung to her feet, she slipped them on. They didn't seem practical in this weather, but this was the best she could do.
Who would look at someone's shoes anyway? It should be fine.
To finish her outfit, she summoned a half mask to cover her eyes as she deemed a full one to make her look too suspicious. Pulling the hood over her head, she canceled out the thin layer of aether Qi surrounding her body that had been shielding her from the rain. The cloak became heavier with water, and a chill seeped into her bones.
"No wonder the mortals don't wish to go out in this weather. This sucks," Stella muttered as she pushed the door to the brothel open. It creaked on its hinges, and she had to hold onto the doorknob to stop the door from slamming open due to the intense wind. Shuffling inside, she closed the door, and a small bell chimed.
As a cultivator, it didn't take long for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.