Prefecture City. Before the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.
The carriage came to a steady halt beneath the imposing, seven-story pavilion.
Chen Qing lifted the curtain and stepped out, his gaze lifting upwards.
The pavilion featured flying eaves and intricate brackets, projecting an air of grandeur. A gold-lacquered plaque bore the powerful, archaic calligraphy for 'Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion'.
The guards at the entrance wore martial attire. Their auras were fierce, their gazes sharp; they were all clearly masters of Dark Force.
Yang Zhicheng, who had been waiting, greeted him enthusiastically, his face brimming with irrepressible excitement. "Brother Chen, you're finally here! Steward Liu is in a private room catching up with my uncle!"
He paused, his voice filled with relieved ease and delight. "My uncle has come back for good this time! He's not planning to roam around anymore. He's bought property in Prefecture City and will be staying here permanently!"
"Oh?"
