Jiang Han and Du Lingxuan entered Eileen's dragon nest.
The moment they pushed open the door and walked in, they could feel an overwhelming blaze of light pouncing at them like a golden retriever—fierce in momentum, yet incomparably reassuring.
Jiang Han covered her mouth to hold back a scream.
Du Lingxuan beside her had already cried out, "Meow-ow-ow-ow!"
Before them lay a sight that made them feel as though they had stepped into a vault.
It was an enormous cavern filled with gold—raw gold, like rocks, like stone trees. Each small mountain was formed from gold radiating potent magic.
Beyond the huge stone steps that rose level by level through vegetation, though they too were piled with gold coins, stood vast bookshelves made of golden rock.
Rivers carrying gold converged from above in this cavern, then flowed downward.
At the very center of the dragon nest, they formed a waterfall composed of all kinds of gold, gold coins, artworks, gold ingots, and gold ore.
The clanging was like the roar of ocean tides.
The tinkling was like crisp wind chimes.
Beneath the waterfall stood a sorter and a massive track, carrying one demiplane after another as they sorted the gold, stored the gold, and deposited it into the world spheres Eileen carried with her—the ones she trusted most.
This dragon nest brimmed with a primordial air, yet it was so extravagantly luxurious.
Jiang Han and Du Lingxuan stared fixedly at that enormous golden waterfall.
After Eileen went off to find Yu Sitong and Ji Haijun, who were touring her collection of artworks, Jiang Han and Du Lingxuan stood in the lounge before the towering floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the dragon nest and its golden waterfall.
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