The next day, the clone and Celestia walked through the ship's commercial district.
Deck Seven was bigger than he'd expected. The corridor opened into a massive plaza that stretched for kilometers, the ceiling arching overhead like they were inside a giant dome. Shops lined both sides—hundreds of them, maybe thousands further down. Holographic signs advertised everything from cultivation pills to weapon refinement services.
The qi density here was higher than the residential decks. Not massively so, but enough to make breathing feel slightly different. Formations built into the floor and walls concentrated ambient energy, making the entire commercial area function as a passive cultivation space.
Smart design. People shopping would naturally cultivate just by being here. Made them want to stay longer, spend more money.
"There," Celestia pointed.
