The interior of the building was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and dust. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the furniture was covered in a thick layer of grime, suggesting that no one had lived here for quite some time.
The only source of light came from a flickering candle on a small table in the center of the room, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
Yun Lintian's eyes scanned the room, his senses on high alert. He could feel a faint trace of the strange energy he had sensed from the creature lingering in the air, but there was no sign of the thief itself.
"Is anyone here?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty building.
Silence met his question. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a raspy voice spoke from the shadows.
"Welcome, young man."
