The Tycoon Inheritance [SaMpLe]

16.

Chen Kai was focused on working through the last of his regret and guilt while the pagoda fortified itself.
Fixed in the prostrate position, he whispered the last words of a filial son to his parents. 

He accepted that he was no longer their beloved son nor is there any way to return to their sides.
In the beginning, he naively thought he can return after fulfilling his missions; probably returning to a time before his death just to see them again. All of those underlying questions accompanied his regret and guilt. 

There was no return.

Slowly he straightened his posture and looked around the room. The blue flames were comforting and had a hint of melancholy. It currently mimicked Chen Kai's current mood.

He got to his feet and stared at the chair before him. In his heart, he said his last farewell to the life of Li Yun.

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Chen Kai was now anxious at the thought of the second floor. A memory of his first transmigration flashed before his eyes. That was the moment a circular array formed below his bare feet. The warm glow flickered along the symbols before enveloping them completely. The familiar feeling of being teleported was felt. He closed his eyes and didn't resist.

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The second floor portrayed a medieval throne room. The bare whitewashed walls, the traditional candlelit chandelier, the gleaming Mosiac floors, and the embroidered tapestries were all recreated.

He stepped forward on the cool floor and fixed his stare on the tapestries ahead. His shoulders slumped in defeat. 
The beautiful blue cloth was the brightest in the room. The golden fringe shone under the light and the white embroidered design was clear and intricate. The art of an Eastern Dragon above a forest was drawn to depict the origins of the empire along with the mixture of races. The trees were drawn at different heights and various sizes. It represented the people who wish to live in a judgment-free land.

"One land. Different Roots."

A disturbance formulate when he spoke those words. He brought his gaze downward to see the familiar gold throne with blue patterned upholstery on a limestone platform. It was wide enough to fit two people, with a straight back with a firm cushion for support, it looked beautifully comfortable. 

His lips twitched when he saw the position the new phantom materialized in. 

Was he always so carefree?

The phantom was lazily leaning on one end of the throne, his head on his closed fist, and his leg propped on the other end. His long hair was black as Raven's feathers. It was unbound with random braids keeping loose hair away from his face. He raised his amber eyes and looked at Chen Kai. Supple lips moved into a welcoming smile.
He sat up at first and gave him a once over.

"We tried so hard to live a normal life. Who would have thought what we did to move on will be so damaging." 

His voice was sonorous as he spoke. The hint of self-disdain was in those words, setting the mood for the obstacles they must overcome.
The phantom got to his feet and walked towards Chen Kai. His tall tightly muscled figure moved gracefully; not once did his upright posture waver. The black leather pants were snug on his firm thighs, the handmade boots were loud to the ear as he walked. Each action showed the luxurious design of the knee-length Tang coat and the tunic under it. There were no jewels to show his wealth as a royal only the gold crown that has been passed down each generation and the family necklace around his neck. 
Many of his people said he didn't need anything to show his status. His bearing and dominantly handsome looks were enough.