By the fifth watch, Master Wan's money had not yet run out. Lord Guan the Righteous and Brave galloped in the lead, with mountains of gold and oceans of silver flying behind him. Ingots of gold and silver soared through the rainbow light in the horse's wake, lighter than birds.
Lord Guan the Righteous and Brave spurred his steed straight into the city, the city gate guards not daring to stop him, and galloped all the way toward Wan Manor.
Upon reaching Wan Manor, he cleaved down a few blind Wan family cultivators and headed straight for Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Chen Shi stood before Spring Breeze Pavilion, holding the miniature courtyard and waiting. He watched as a green dragon entered the miniature courtyard, and the red horse charged into the underworld, vanishing from sight.
Li Tianqing landed before Chen Shi, gold and treasure falling like rain behind him, quickly piling up into mountains.
Li Tianqing collapsed into a daze.
When he woke up, he found himself lying in bed, covered by a quilt. The bedding was incomparably soft and fragrant.
He sat up and pushed back the quilt. His head still ached—likely the aftereffects triggered by the blessing of Lord Guan the Righteous and Brave's will last night.
Li Tianqing lifted the white gauze curtains, routinely hooked them back, put on his shoes, and walked out of the room.
The sunlight outside was blinding.
He raised a hand to shield his eyes and only adapted after a moment.
He was still in Wan Manor's Spring Breeze Pavilion, facing a mountain of gold and silver interspersed with countless banknotes, their scale even several times larger than the rockery not far away.
He looked around. Utter devastation met his eyes; everywhere were collapsed houses, destroyed buildings, and snapped trees. A wall in