He first lowered his head, then squinted his eyes into a slit, and the first thing he saw was his own feet.
There were no other people's feet around his, nor were there the snow-white hands of maids kneeling and prostrated on the ground, stretching forward.
Then, Yan Junze opened his eyes wider. With the help of the faintly flickering light ahead, he could confirm that there was nobody nearby. However, the flooring was still the same mahogany pattern, indicating he was still in this space, having not left.
Slowly raising his head, his line of sight no longer contained the figures of the white-dressed maids; it was as if at the same moment the flickering light had appeared, those women had instantaneously vanished.
Soon, Yan Junze located the source of the light. It was a fireplace, within which were a few logs burning, their flames dancing. This was why the light had been flickering steadily.