No Longer A Mistress
A week passed.
Davis sat on the couch in the hall as he stared at what was supposed to be an empty and unrefined ceiling. No chandeliers or fancy decorations were adorning his house since no bothered about it as it was just their temporary residence.
However, today, the whole building was dazzlingly decorated. There were statues of golden and azure dragons and heavenly phoenixes placed above the pieces of furniture.
As for the ceiling that he was staring at, there were shades of fire lamps powered by Low-Level Spirit Stones. Those lamps would continuously burn for a year without any flickering even once, stable as ever unless external power disrupted the flow.
The light above reflected in his eyes as it illuminated his sapphire pupils.