The empty Dragon Palace hall had once been filled with honored guests.
The clinking of cups and toasts from those days seemed still to ring in his ears. Yet when cups struck together now, there was only the sound of a dream shattering.
Jiang Wang had been gone for a long time.
Yet Fuyunqin still stood here.
The densely packed storage artifacts hanging all over him made him look like a crude nouveau riche draped head to toe in gold. Vulgar in the purest sense.
It was somewhat ridiculous. He merely lowered his eyes.
To transcend the ordinary, and then cast off vulgarity. One at the pinnacle of transcendence ought to possess everything. Yet in his vulgarity, he possessed nothing at all.
Nowadays, Mohist School Storage Boxes had become the mainstream means of storage. Their materials were cheaper, their manufacture simpler, their costs lower, and so they were more widely used. But when it came to true quality, mass-produced Mohist School Storage Boxes still could not compare with these storage artifacts handed down within the Dragon Palace. These were far more exquisite and precious, with storage capacities beyond all comparison. Every one was a masterwork, every one possessed its own unique style.
Fuyunqin had covered himself in these objects to offer Jiang Wang an immense fortune.
His wealth and his life alike could be placed at Jiang Wang's command.
Other than this, he did not know how to express his gratitude to Jiang Wang.
I know not what my lord desires, but I offer all that I have.
Yet Jiang Wang refused to take charge of this wealth, and had even ceded the duty of overseeing the construction of the Great Void Corner Tower. Or rather, he had obtained this responsibility for Fuyunqin from the very beginning. Responsibility was power—