With a single command from Yi Chen, the gates of the other courtyard swung open and four robust men carrying a golden throne stepped in.
The back of the throne was adorned with the engraving of a golden sun that shimmered brilliantly.
On the armrests were the etched patterns of ferocious tigers and evil dragon designs on the back, while the top of the backrest featured a steppe god ox with blood-red eyes and an imposing posture, head held high as if to strike the heavens.
In the center of the throne's backrest, numerous exotic gemstones were inlaid, radiating dazzling light, while the base below was lined with intricate array patterns.
"My lords, you are too kind."
Yi Chen was very pleased with this gift.
If he was pleased, he would boast about it, just like Yi Taoist would be the first to pick up his chopsticks.
