A month later, Papal Palace.
Bang!!
The doors of the Papal Palace were kicked open violently. Qian Xunzong strolled in with a bored look on his face. After being kicked so many times, the once incredibly sturdy palace doors were now on the verge of collapse.
Qian Daoliu shook his head helplessly. "Brat, the doors of my Papal Palace have remained intact for over a hundred years. If you keep kicking them like this, I'm afraid they'll need replacing before I retire!"
Qian Xunzong stretched lazily. "Then replace them. These doors are made entirely of gold. Melt them down and you could make tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins."
"Little brother, that's not right. These palace doors are works of art. Sell them whole, and they'd fetch at least a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. That's far more valuable than melting them down!" Qian Xunji offered his opinion as well.
"That makes sense. And with the title of the Pope's personal doors, the price would have to double!"
Listening to his two sons discuss tearing down the doors of his Papal Palace, Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched.
"What a misfortune for this family, what a misfortune..."
"Ahem, enough. The carriage is ready. Let's head to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
At that, Qian Xunzong's face filled with resistance. "Fine, fine, Dad. You can ride that lousy carriage yourself. I've got my own vehicle!"
"Stop fooling around. That carriage is pulled by thousand-year Galehorses, and it's incredibly fast. How could an ordinary carriage possibly keep up?" Qian Daoliu assumed his younger son was referring to another carriage and confidently waved his hand.
"Tch, who said anything about a carriage?"
The three arrived at the open space outside the palace. With a wave of Qian Xunzong's hand, the Cloudstep Light-Carriage descended