I Became the Owner of the Heavenly Flower Palace

The sky was so blue it stung the eyes.

The peaks of the Giryeon Mountain Range surrounded the area like a folding screen, and the streets and buildings nestled beneath looked like miniature models—delicate and quaint.

Gazing quietly at that strange yet beautiful scenery beneath his feet, Jincheon brought the teacup to his lips.

‘...Not bad.’

Even a single sip of the tea brought him comfort.

The fragrant warmth spreading through his chest made even his heart feel a little more at ease.

‘Let’s see...’

Jincheon picked up a pair of chopsticks and grasped a xiaolongbao.

As he bit into it lightly, the thin dumpling skin burst, and the broth began to flow out.

Its temperature was perfectly judged—hot for a moment, then spreading gently with warmth to fill his mouth.

‘Oh.’

It was just one small dumpling, but Jincheon was genuinely impressed.