After returning to that spacious courtyard residence.
Yang Tianlin waved his hand and dismissed the serving maids and hired hands.
He crossed the courtyard alone and hurried back to the inner bedroom, carefully locking the door behind him.
At the very back of the bedroom stood a magical mirror in silence.
From the outside, it looked like an utterly ordinary full-length dressing mirror, the kind found everywhere in modern society, with nothing unusual about it.
But Yang Tianlin knew better than anyone how heaven-defying its abilities were.
As long as he stepped into the mirror, he could cross a thousand years of time and space, returning from the Northern Song to Magic City in the modern world!
Moreover, the mirror would travel along with him.
The next time he wanted to return from Magic City to the Northern Song, he only needed to repeat the same steps, and the mirror would return with him.
Yang Tianlin stood before the full-length mirror, carefully examining his reflection.
He wore a long robe of green cloth, a realistic wig on his head, and held a folding fan in his hand.
He looked every bit the ancient gentleman—gentle as jade and modest in bearing.
Seeing himself like this, Yang Tianlin could not help curling his lips into a satisfied smile.
"With this divine mirror in hand, I can freely travel between the modern city and the Northern Song era..."
"I can use modern glass cups and lighters that cost only a few yuan to exchange for massive amounts of gold in the Northern Song!"
"Then I'll bring all that gold and those antiques back to the real world and make an outrageous profit from the price difference!"
At that thought, Yang Tianlin's gaze grew increasingly heated.
As long as he made a few trips