The black extended Rolls-Royce stopped before a garden.
The garden had been modeled after the Jiangnan style of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Latticed windows, pavilions, and leisurely koi preserved its simple, ancient charm.
At first, it was inevitable to feel as though one had returned to ancient times, and Vincent was no exception.
Sheng Bai led him to an elegant old pavilion—or rather, to a waist-high stone lion beside it.
"After the Walled City was demolished, we placed the 6.6 hectares of land inside a Pixiu's stomach pouch."
A Pixiu was an Eastern Fantastic Beast with a dragon-like head and tail and the body of a tiger or leopard.
It had a huge mouth but no anus, greedily devoured gold, silver, and jewels, and was regarded in feng shui as a divine beast that attracted wealth.
In truth, the reason a Pixiu only took things in and never expelled them was because it had an exceptionally large stomach pouch, even larger than a Niffler's treasure pouch.
Still, being able to hold 6.6 hectares of land—roughly two thousand shops—was genuinely outrageous.
"Mr. Wayne, please prepare yourself. We're going in," Sheng Bai said, forming a series of intricate hand gestures.
The waist-high stone lion before them suddenly came alive. It opened its huge mouth and swallowed both of them in a single bite.
Unlike Newt Scamander's old-man suitcase, Vincent did not feel any sense of incongruity from the layered Undetectable Extension Charms.
In the blink of an eye, the scene before him was replaced by a vast ancient city.
The weathered city walls stood a full twenty meters high. The bluestone road leading to the gate had been polished smooth and warm by the passage of time, making the illusion of returning to ancient times even stronger.
Vincent looked