“Hmm…” Shui stared at the stall’s goods with a critical eye. Her Qi roamed freely around her and made waves that made the poor old merchant shake in his boots. She studied every single option that was available on the rickety structure the man had his goods on. Thoroughly going through them with enough intensity that others had noticed and were giving her a wide berth in case she intended this place some evil. It didn’t help that the merchant was as pale as a ghost, even if they were too far away to feel the rumbling Qi that threatened destruction and death. Said old man gulped and resolved himself. He calmed his chattering teeth and leaned forward. “Y-Young mistress. How may this old man–”Hu Shui raised her hand to silence him, much like she’d seen Yin Hu do. Then resumed glaring at the produce. Shui had scanned each one nearly a dozen times already after the heavy snow her Master caused. She could feel his Qi signature within it from the distance. Another strange phenomena he caused without even trying. That whole thing had sent the city into a frenzy for hours until it started melting faster than any ice and snow could. The Dao feeding it had vanished and took away its source of power and sustenance. Shui hummed again and tapped her chin. Hmm… What did Jun say she used to make her sweets? Apples? Cucumbers? I think she mentioned chickens? Should I hunt a wild chicken or should I get one from the butcher down the road? Do cakes even use chickens? Hu Shui didn’t trust Jun’s culinary skills one bit. It made no sense to need chickens or cows to make sweets of any kind. Cutting up a massive ox would be wasteful and the taste would not fit either. Chickens were even worse. She looked up and stared at the trembling man. Clearly sick and fighting through the illness to come here and sell these goods. “Where are all the cake ingredients? I need some with lots of Qi in them. (...)