Kapitel 94: Chapter 82 Dark Realm 10

This was a vast expanse of a white world.

Chen Xiao opened his eyes.

He found himself sitting on an old English-style wooden chair, with a velvet cushion underneath that had already been sat into collapse.

In front of him was a matching small wooden table, its surface full of scratches but still relatively flat.

At the center of the table was a teapot, seemingly made of copper with bits of silver decoration on the handle, and two cups, one in front of him emitting steam from the tea inside, and the other

across from him.

There sat a man,

about forty years old, with somewhat messy hair finger-combed back, a hook-nosed, slightly protruding chin, and eyes devoid of any emotion, eerily tranquil. At that moment, he was quietly drawing on his pipe.

"Remember anything?" he asked abruptly.

Chen Xiao did not understand, so he did not answer, instead glancing around out of the corner of his eye.