Riding in Yi Tianheng's carriage, they approached Black Gold City.
Rising from the wilderness, the city appeared foreboding.
Black walls, heavy and imposing, encircled it.
Lu Yu peered out the window at the stark contrast between this and Skyplume City. "Quite a difference," he remarked. "From vibrant white to somber black."
"Indeed," Yi Tianheng chuckled. "Black and white, two sides of the same coin. We're almost there. Once inside, I'll show you my personal villa—a true gem, guaranteed to impress."
Pride colored his voice as he continued, "My father built it specifically for me. You'll be speechless once you see it!"
Yi Tianheng practically vibrated with excitement, his fists clenched.
Zhao Qingya, unimpressed, scoffed. "We're not exactly wide-eyed tourists. Unless your villa levitates, how impressive can it be?"
"We'll see," Lu Yu replied simply.