In fact, after sleeping for one night in that enormous room, Li finally understood the hollow feeling those supposedly wealthy young masters must have felt after waking up in a bed large enough to fit over a dozen people.
Afterward, Li began his first lesson in his bedroom.
According to the old man, everyone's first lesson here was to learn about Ankhseram, as well as the history of the place where Ankhseram now resided.
It was only after listening to him for a while that Li suddenly realized the whole thing was just praising Ankhseram.
Though perhaps "praising" was not quite right. In that old man's eyes—or rather, by this world's standards—Ankhseram truly was supreme.
Li also found the reason why this plane had become unstable.
Ankhseram's temple looked like a magic tower from the outside, but it was no ordinary magic tower, because it was Ankhseram's residence.
That had been the old mage's exact words. Li felt that Ankhseram had been mythologized far too much in these people's hearts, yet he had no way to refute it.
The temple was four or five times taller than an ordinary magic tower, with more than three times the diameter. This meant that Ankhseram Temple covered an immense area, not even counting the surrounding clusters of auxiliary buildings.
Or the towns around it, inhabited by ordinary people who lived off Ankhseram Temple.
A temple of such scale had daily expenses that were simply outrageous. More than ten thousand ordinary people directly supplied the temple with food and other necessities. After looking into it, even Li could not help clicking his tongue, because every one of those "ordinary people," as the old mage called them, possessed strength above level 10.
Though, thinking about it, an ordinary person truly would not have been able