The foundation-laying ceremony had been a great success.
In Yun's words, those country bumpkins had all been stunned—stunned by the concept Elder Qing had unearthed after poring over certain secretly transmitted ancient texts until his hair turned white. This magnificent pyramid-shaped structure planned by Lin Qi had been passed down from an unknowable age of antiquity, known as the "Hanging Gardens" and by several other wondrous names.
According to Elder Qing's judgment, such a building ought to have been the wild fancy and drunken ramblings of some mad scholars of antiquity. Given the Western Continent's present circumstances, for any family to construct such a building would be an immensely terrifying burden.
Even a great clan like the Silver Iris Family could not possibly spend so much money building such a structure—countless factions of varying sizes existed within the Silver Iris Family itself, and even the family head could not casually dictate the use of such an enormous sum.
Only someone like Lin Qi, who possessed a huge fortune yet had sole authority to dispose of it, could bring forth such a splendid building.
With a huge cigar clenched between his teeth, Lin Qi stood on the terrace and watched the rain patter down outside, in an excellent mood.
Because Kars Chenxi had been staying at No. 1 Glory Street these past few months, Yun and Elysian Heaven had both bought houses elsewhere to live in. Over these past two months or so, only just now, after the foundation-laying ceremony, had Lin Qi managed to find time to visit them. He had laughed and chatted with them for quite a while.
This would not do. He had to have Princess Qingli make another divine puppet of "Wan En Longshan," one that could carry a wisp of Lin Qi's split consciousness and