After a while, Wang Mingtang spoke again in a complicated tone. "Honestly, I really can't understand your disciple. He's clearly had so many opportunities to become a god, yet he hasn't seized a single one. And I can tell he genuinely doesn't care. These are precious Fragment Worlds. If I remember correctly, he's already missed two."
"Hmph, how could a sparrow understand the ambitions of a swan? In my disciple's eyes, the treasures you people covet are nothing but trash. The vast sea you think you can frolic in is merely a pond fit for turtles to play in." Ji Zhengyan continued mocking him without hesitation.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then I'm not worried anymore. I was worried he'd try to take mine." Wang Mingtang looked completely relaxed, showing no sign of feeling mocked.
Ji Zhengyan had nothing to say.
If someone had no shame, how could shame be used to restrain them?
"Enough. What exactly do you want to turn this place into? This world's nature includes transformation, which makes it convenient for me to create an illusion." Ji Zhengyan hurriedly changed the subject. Otherwise, he would not be able to stop himself from fighting that old bastard.
"Very simple. Three Palaces, Six Courts, Seventy-Two Gardens."
"Can't do it."
"It's easy. Just copy those ancient imperial gardens. I've already found the templates for you." As Wang Mingtang spoke, he handed over a thick antiquarian book.
"My skin isn't that thick." Ji Zhengyan did not even reach for the book.
"Oh, then let me put it another way. To recreate the great and ancient imperial architecture of our Eastern Continent, help me transform these imperial gardens into reality."
"That, I can accept." Ji Zhengyan nodded and took the antiquarian book.
"Cheap people are just so pretentious..." Wang Mingtang