Who would have imagined that the Ji family, so wealthy and powerful in the world's eyes, would have such a broken down compound?
However, this compound was where the original owner of the body had stayed for seven or eight years.
Ji Fengyan led Bai Ze across the stone flags that were overgrown with moss. She slowly walked towards the dim room and gently pushed open the room door. The creaking sound it made was unusually piercing. Although the room looked tidy, an overwhelming scent of decay arose from it.
All the room contained was a narrow bed, an old wooden table, and a wooden stool.
There were no ornaments or decorations. Everything was simple to the point of shabbiness.
Ji Fengyan walked over to the stool and sat down. She was not angered by what she saw. Instead, she rested her chin on her hand and studied the shabby room.
"You really were wretched." Ji Fengyan laughingly said to the pitiful worm who was the original owner of the body.
