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The explosion felt familiar to Shia, and she looked towards Baron Gerro's back.
"Sorry, my guests here can be a bit noisy at times."
Baron Gerro gave a wry smile, then he walked into the house with Lu Ban and the others close on his heels.
The stone-built house was not large, merely the size of a common residence. Lu Ban saw smoke billowing out from a room on one side.
The smoke had a foul odor, reminiscent of some excrement being heated to a boil, nauseating.
Shia raised her hand, and the wind suddenly surged, sweeping the smoke away in an instant.
She was then able to see the condition of the room.
A mottled wooden table stood in the center of the room, covered in burns, corrosion, and cut marks, the fact that it still stood on four legs seemed miraculous.
Atop the table lay countless bottles and jars, much more delicate than the table itself, clearly crafted by a professional artisan.