The third-floor attic wasn't large, just big enough to hold a shrine, but it was otherwise quite spacious.
The kind of place perfect for children to play in.
But there were no children in the inn, so no one ever came up here. It was safe and convenient.
Wen Ying and the innkeeper stood on the short ladder, looking into the third-floor space.
The place where the household god, the Fox Immortal, usually slept—oh, no, sat in state—was now empty of any person (or fox).
A few porcelain bottles were scattered on the floor, but none were broken.
Ashes from burnt incense were scattered on the ground.
The innkeeper's sigh echoed in Wen Ying's ear.
Wen Ying surveyed the scene and spent one hundred thousand reputation points to have the system run a diagnostic.
'Ah, the beautiful sound of spending money...'
[Host, it is indeed the legendary household god, the Fox Immortal, but...]
"Stop being so wishy-washy. You don't sound like a system."
[...]
