If one day he could occupy this Imperial Capital, never mind breaking through to become a Spirit Transformation Venerable-he would even have confidence in advancing to late-stage Spirit Transformation.
Tie Ming seemed to notice his gaze and said quietly:
"In the Capital City, every foot of land is worth a foot of gold. Most of these grotto-heaven estates you see have been passed down for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Some are Imperial Clan retreats, some are residences bestowed upon the Immortal Dynasty's great ministers, and some are the foundations of hereditary noble clans."
"For an outsider to gain a foothold here is no easier than conquering several prefectures elsewhere. His Majesty granting you an estate ten li across is already an immense imperial favor."
Qing Chen smiled without answering.
How could sparrows and swallows know the ambitions of a great swan?
The black-and-gold Dragon Carriage traveled for nearly another hour before finally turning onto a relatively quiet Cloud Path along the northern bank of the Luo River.
At the end of the Cloud Path, a solitary peak rose from the ground.
The peak was not exceptionally tall, only a little over three thousand zhang, but its contours were remarkably elegant and unusual.
Half the mountain stood amid clouds and mist, while the other half overlooked the Luo River. A spirit stream encircled its waist like a jade belt, its waters gushing from a spring at the summit, winding around the peak three times before flowing into the Luo River.
Pines and cypresses grew verdant on the mountain, and spirit bamboo formed forests. Several buildings lay hidden among the cloud-veiled woods; their eaves were not high, yet elegance graced every corner.
At the summit stood a recently built estate.
The plaque above its entrance was still covered in