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Chapter 86 Life and Death Have Always Been Predestined
The long river, setting sun, faraway mountains, city...
The moment Ye Que stepped inside the golden palace, the first thing he saw was a golden-colored Exquisite Nation Sandbox. After a careful look, he was sure that it wasn't merely golden-colored. The sandbox that measured nearly 34 meters long and 10 meters wide was made out of gold.
More than ten people gathered around the sandbox.
"As expected of the Imperial Mausoleum of the Glorious Tang Empire! Look at that grandeur! Just how much money would they need to make a sandbox out of gold?"
"That sandbox itself is money. Isn't gold money?"
"Say, if we take this Exquisite Nation Sandbox out of this place, do you think it's enough to purchase an entire city?"
Ye Que smirked. He marveled at the structure inwardly but didn't linger around. Such objects served a cultivator like him no purpose whatsoever. He had nevertheless been a cultivator for more tha
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