The thought rising in his heart, Chen Mu also revealed a hint of anticipation in his gaze, directing his attention forward.
He hoped that the Imperial Court and Ji Family's treasury would meet his expectations.
Tap, tap, tap,
Chen Mu stood at the base of the Qing Shi steps, stepping forward. His footsteps echoed clearly in the quiet subterranean palace. The palace floor was also entirely crafted from white jade and remained unaffected by the earlier battle on the surface. All the jade was impeccably clean, free from dust, without any cracks or signs of damage.
The first thing that caught his eye were rows of boxes forged from jade. There was a vast variety of jade, with the most prevalent being the millennia-old Cold Jade with chilly properties. Here, as far as Chen Mu's eyes could see, these boxes, crafted from Cold Jade, used nothing but the finest grade of millennia-old Cold Jade!
