All along, Lu Ping'an's courtyard adhered to the style of a "modern garden."
A garden, fountains, lakes, statues, towering bank halls, massive ancient trees, and chapels, with greenery everywhere, more suited for leisure and habitation than a vacation resort.
But now, a very peculiar area has emerged behind one of the main hubs of the garden.
It's a green hatching pool, with countless streams of flesh of various colors circulating upon it, constantly swelling and bursting with pustules. Just being near it, the smell alone is... quite "invigorating."
Lu Ping'an felt a bit numb. He didn't think this was a normal aesthetic; this thing always reminded him of…
"The hatching pool from StarCraft? You play games too?"
Uh, some of the younger outsiders saw through it immediately.
