"Building an Imperial Tomb like this, who knew how much manpower and wealth it consumed, or how many laborers died constructing it."
Luo Bei sat in the main hall of Bronze Sparrow Palace, his expression somewhat gloomy.
Although Bronze Sparrow Palace's cave abode had merely been converted from an old Imperial Tomb, the underground palace contained at least a hundred rooms. Its main hall alone spanned more than thirty zhang in every direction, looking exceptionally vast. The four walls were covered in exquisitely carved patterns, while the ceiling had been painted in every color, magnificent and resplendent.
At the center of the main hall stood a pure gold dragon throne. This glittering throne was ordinarily occupied by Chi Luo, the master of Bronze Sparrow Palace, but Luo Bei was seated upon it now. Chi Luo and Bi Haizi, the sect master of Yin God Dao, stood beneath him with their heads lowered, trembling in fear. Neither dared breathe too loudly.
Everything from the treasuries of Bronze Sparrow Palace and Yin God Dao had now been hauled out and piled before Luo Bei.
Ever since taking Canglang Palace, Luo Bei had understood that ordinary sects would have quite a few stored treasures. Sorting through the spoils of war was indispensable; perhaps there would even be a few pleasant surprises.
Piled on the left side of the hall were more than ten iron chests. Their surfaces had been coated with thick charcoal black, leaving them dark and lustrous. Even after sitting for years, they would not rust easily.
These iron chests were over half a man tall, with lengths and widths equal to an adult's outstretched arms. They looked exceedingly heavy. Yet now they all stood open, golden light dazzling above them. The more than twenty chests were actually filled with ingots