The next day, Lin Ke's mood had settled somewhat, and he made his way to the Lin Residence in the "city center."
Though the Lin Residence's plaque was made of ordinary materials, a fluorescent glow flickered constantly across it.
As a practitioner of the Wood Refining Method, Lin Ke now knew something about artifact refining as well.
This plaque would probably need another eight hundred to a thousand years before transforming into a treasure.
That was understandable, though.
No matter how filthy rich someone was, who besides the Sage Emperor and Princess Tian could afford to make even their plaques treasures?
Still, after years of exposure to Lin Xuanji's literary qi and the powers of his guests, the plaque had acquired quite a lustrous, jade-smooth quality.
Any ordinary wandering ghost that approached it would probably be struck dead.
Back then, Lin Ke had never once used the main entrance, no matter the occasion.
He had been busy ever since, too, and had never taken a proper look at these gates.
Since he was here today to take ownership of the Lin Residence, he naturally needed to get a good look at his own front gates, lest he fail to recognize them later.
Beneath the black golden-thread nanmu plaque stood vermilion-lacquered gates, with white walls stretching into the distance on either side.
A couplet was inscribed on either side of the gates:
First line: A glorious noble house illuminates its bloodline.
Second line: A mighty eminent clan lends radiance to rites and honor.
"Bloodlines and rotten rites everywhere you look." Lin Ke could not help sneering.
"Brother Lin, your father really does put great stock in those things," Chen An said with a wry smile behind him.
"Indeed." Ning Caichen nodded too. "Master, should we take down those two lines?"
"No