Towers of jade chests gleamed beneath suspended lanterns of spirit light.
Runes etched into the marble floor pulsed faintly, keeping the immense reservoir of qi from bursting free.
Gold ingots, crystal boxes, and piles of shimmering spirit stones lay stacked in perfect symmetry, a silent testament to centuries of their rule.
Fang Yuan let out a low whistle of appreciation, the reflection of the treasure glinting in his eyes.
"They really don't hold back, do they…" he muttered, half in awe, half in amusement.
Behind him, Du Juan stood frozen in place, her lips slightly parted as she took in the sight.
The scale of it all seemed to overwhelm her, the richness, the abundance, the sacred hum of countless years of accumulation.
Fang Yuan turned, catching her dazed expression
