Long Cheng listlessly kept Zeppelin company in the reception cabin, chatting idly as he described the strength and wonders of the Blood Qin Empire in fits and starts. Though he offered only glimpses—a scale here, a claw there—it was already enough to leave Zeppelin and the governors staring in stunned disbelief.
The vastness of the Blood Qin Empire, the might of the Blood Qin Empire, the civilization of the Blood Qin Empire!
Most importantly, the Blood Qin Empire had been founded ten thousand years ago, while the Western Continent had only escaped the Dark Age a little over a thousand years ago. In terms of historical depth alone, the gap between the Western Continent and the Blood Qin Empire was simply that between monkeys and demigods.
"It truly is... too incredible!" Zeppelin blankly cradled an exquisitely crafted teacup, cautiously savoring the supreme tribute tea within. Its green sheen resembled an emerald, and it exuded a faint fragrance that soothed the heart and refreshed the mind. Even though Zeppelin's family was considered immensely wealthy merchants, where would he ever have had the chance to taste tea like this?
It was not only Zeppelin. The other twelve governors, along with representatives from great merchant families such as Morric's, were all dumbfounded as well.
They had vaguely heard sailors who had once visited the Eastern Continent speak of the East's wealth and marvels, but only through Long Cheng did they realize just how great the difference was between what they knew and the true East. So many sailors had never truly reached the Blood Qin Empire? So many of them had merely arrived at a few minor ports on the Eastern Subcontinent? And even those who had reached the Blood Qin Empire had only arrived at ports in remote, impoverished borderlands?
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