In the ancient city of Zhuguang, the ambiance was steeped in an archaic charm, rich with the passage of time. Within its walls, there existed four levels of fire springs that, once dusk fell, could be manipulated to illuminate the entire city as if it were broad daylight.
“Uncle Meng, look over there! It’s so lively, many people are placing bets, and there are lots of markets open,” Qin Ming stopped, his eyes shining with envy.
He had accumulated some wealth; after all, those who had previously fallen like Wang Nian Zhu, Qi Huai En, and Ge Qian Xun, had generously left him their wealth, notably the golden daylight currency.
“Gambling is a bad habit; you must rid yourself of it,” Meng Xing Hai said earnestly.
Qin Ming explained, “I’m about to embark on a journey to study, and I want to buy a courtyard in a major city for practicing my skills.”
Meng Xing Hai replied, “A truly influential major city has streets filled with four-tooth white elephants and skies graced by azure phoenixes. It is a land of treasures and talents, and in such places, housing prices are far beyond your imagination. With the bit of golden daylight you have on hand, you can’t even buy half a room, let alone a courtyard residence.”