Shen Qing stepped into the room, the first thing that caught his eye was a stretch of bluish-gray brick flooring.
The surface of the bricks was somewhat worn, and there were some undulations and twists, obviously due to the passage of time.
Besides these, the room had some simple wooden furniture. Though not luxurious, each piece exuded an antique charm.
They appeared somewhat out of place, like pieces cobbled together from different sources.
Shen Qing withdrew his gaze and took two steps forward, looking up.
Zhao Ba was sitting in a tall wooden chair, with a wolf skin gleaming faintly draped over the back, looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, exuding a unique sense of pressure an authoritative figure has.
Following him, Xiao Zhi felt like a rabbit that had mistakenly entered a tiger's lair, and the anxiety and unease in his heart arose uncontrollably.
He took a deep breath, trying hard to appear calm.