The Prodigal Son Convention

"Really, there was no need to make this so complicated!"

Lin Qi stood on the rainbow bridge, looking down at the bustling crowds below. After a long while, he rubbed his temples in distress.

"I only wanted to use the sale of a few items as an opportunity to befriend the descendants of those people Long City wanted me to deliver letters to, to gain a reasonable chance to approach them. But how did it end up like this?"

Donkey, equally helpless, plopped down on the ground. Like a dog, he raised his two forehooves, then let out a heavy sigh.

In the vast Blood Qin Empire, less than five hours after Ying Qin released the news, nearly seventy percent of the empire's most prominent wastrel scions had gathered here. This was the inconvenience brought by overwhelming national strength. The Blood Qin Empire was simply too powerful; almost every city of even modest size had a teleportation array linked to the imperial capital.

Thus, these young wastrels could conveniently receive every whisper of movement from the imperial capital and rush there at top speed with their retainers and mountains of money. On the Western Continent, even the Gallic Empire, the continent's foremost power, could never have seen such a thing happen.

Even the Gallic Empire could not build magical teleportation arrays in cities large and small throughout the nation. Even a grand prince would have to travel by carriage over long distances to reach a destination. But the Blood Qin Empire's national strength was too great and its transportation too convenient, giving rise to this unprecedented spectacle of wastrels gathering in droves.

The entire Warm Jade Pavilion had fallen into utter chaos. People were everywhere, and wanton clamoring filled every corner.

Those noble young masters who truly possessed breeding and