Incoming Storm

"Do you really believe the Thousand Wealth Chamber could make such legendary carriage?"

"I don't know… but they claim a master from their chamber made it."

On the street of the commerce district, a group of young men and women were discussing among themselves.

"Who cares who made it? I know, I know the Thousand Wealth Chamber has become the richest chamber in the capital." A young man responded, his voice laced with envy.

"I heard the auction payment was paid with middle-grade spirit stones. Hundred of thousand of middle-grade spirit stones." A woman sighed, shaking her head.

Such a massive wealth. She dreamed of having it one day but deep in her heart, she knew it was nothing but a pipe dream.

"Do you know?" A thin young man asked, looking at his friend. "I heard none of the five powerful clans bought one. They were too poor to buy one."

"Really?"