"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?"
His friend widened their eyes in disbelief.
"Yes." He nodded. "I heard they had lost their faces." He chuckled.
