"You really take everything, huh? Are you planning to take the floor tiles and pillars too?" Ye Wushuang asked, somewhat speechless at the sight.
"How did you know?" Zhou Yuan admitted, as he had indeed planned to do just that. After all, this was literal silver.
The floor tiles were of top-quality white jade, abundant with spirituality, and the pillars were entwined with dragons and phoenixes, made from extraordinary materials inscribed with Daoist charms, the beams were trunks of divine trees. Every inch of the main hall was invaluable.
This was equivalent to a mountain of gold lying around. How could it not be dismantled?
Ye Wushuang hesitated and then shook her head: "Fine, go ahead and dismantle it all."
Rumble...