It had to be said: the City of Creation really was a wondrous place. During his time there, Chen Changan had seen things that broadened his horizons.
Though these people who called themselves the Creation Saint Clan were heavily restricted by Dragon Locking Star, they still relied on their brilliant minds and creativity to invent all kinds of things that made Chen Changan's eyes light up.
Those things might not be practical outside the City of Creation, but they were certainly novel enough to take out and impress people.
After all that looting, Chen Changan was happier than ever. The five island lords, on the other hand, wore long faces and looked utterly miserable.
They'd never met a guest so shameless in their lives. He really didn't treat himself like an outsider at all.
Anyone who didn't know better would've thought Chen Changan was the master of the City of Creation.
"Just look at you, all frowning and glum. Is it really that bad?"
"I only took a few little gifts from you. You're acting like it breaks your hearts."
"You're not generous at all. You'll never amount to anything."
A few little gifts?
Was that what you called it?
If there'd been anything left to take, would this guy have stopped?
"You can't blame me for this. If anyone's to blame, it's your city lord."
"He's the one taking so long. If he'd wrapped things up sooner, wouldn't I have had less time to take these little gifts from you?"
"So if you want someone to blame, blame him."
"Don't you think that makes sense?"
As it turned out, when Chen Changan put it that way, his argument did seem to make some sense.
The five island lords nodded without thinking, showing that they agreed.
"But, speaking of which,