Inside the Golden Pavilion, the Pavilion Master sat beside the window watching the busy street.
Across was a beautiful middle-aged woman. She was also staring at the busy street, her expression was unreadable.
"The capital is changing rapidly…" the Pavilion Master muttered.
"What do you expect?" she asked, averting her gaze and looked at him.
"I don't know… but this is a good thing." He responded, his gaze still on the busy street.
"In the next few years, the capital will develop rapidly, which is good for my pavilion."
"You think?" She shook her head. "How do you think your clan would react when they find out?"
The Pavilion Master did not respond immediately. He turned his gaze and looked at her.
"Do you think I care how they think? If you're trying to provoke me to go against the Thousand Wealth Chamber…" He clicked his tongue in disdain.
"Don't involve me in your scheme. Else, you won't have the Thousand Wealth Chamber to contest against."
