It was all show but no substance[1]. The lousy chair looked so ridiculously pretentious that Ji Jue had assumed it had to be something impressive. 

As it turned out, not only had whoever designed it given absolutely no thought to ergonomics, they had not even bothered adding a cushion. No wonder that damn thing earlier had looked so ill-tempered, glaring at everyone all the time. Maybe its ass had hurt and its hemorrhoids were acting up?

Pop. 

While Ji Jue’s thoughts were wandering, he saw the spirit matter fragments scattered across the floor rapidly turn transparent, as though their color were being drained away. Like phantoms, they dissolved into nothingness before he could stop it.

It was not just the chair he was sitting on. Even the Valhalla statues sealed in blood-red metal rapidly turned into hollow shells. Everything inside them had vanished without a trace!

Ji Jue glanced around, enraged. “Wait, where are my materials?!” 

Just imagine spending a fortune buying gear, finally...