Descending a winding spiral stairwell carved straight into the thick trunk of an enormous tree, Xuefeng and Yiren entered a long corridor lined with portrait after portrait. Each painting portrayed a regal, breathtaking woman, all bearing a strong resemblance to Yiren. Xuefeng couldn't help but notice that not a single male face graced these walls.
"Uh… are they your family?" Xuefeng asked hesitantly, cringing at his own obvious question. Immediately, he berated himself, Nice one, genius—like there's any other reason for a corridor lined with portraits.
