Jiangli, accompanied by Xia Xin, entered the main hall.
In the center of the hall stood the Patriarch's statue, directly facing the entrance, with an incense altar before it that bore some fresh fruit, which looked quite decent.
However, after a glance, Jiangli suddenly felt something was amiss.
Xia Xin was just about to speak.
She suddenly grabbed Xia Xin, her tone grave, "No, this isn't right. The statue I made for the Patriarch was pure gold, but this one looks like it's gold-plated?"
When she crafted the Patriarch's statue, it was surely made of solid gold!
Xia Xin's eyes bulged, "Solid gold?" He took a deep breath, "Ancestor, you must be mistaken? A statue this big, how much would that cost in solid gold? It's definitely gold-plated!"
Jiangli frowned, "No, that's not right. When I cast the divination, it was at least a million taels of gold. Of course, I could afford it! But this one is actually gold-plated!!!!"
Xia Xin: "..."
He almost choked on his own saliva.
