Zhao Hai followed Bellucci into the tent. He lowered his head and scanned the tent from the corner of his eyes. The ground of the tent was covered with a thick blanket. The patterns on the blanket were very beautiful. One look and one could tell that it was a high-quality item. Stepping on it was as soft as stepping on the clouds. It was very comfortable.
There was no fire pit in the tent, only a large copper Brazier. The brazier was more than a meter in diameter and carved with various animal patterns. It was obviously very beautiful. There was a copper pot hanging on the brazier, and the fragrance of milk tea floated out of the copper pot.
The top of the tent was very bright. Zhao Hai sneaked a glance and saw a huge metal wheel-shaped chandelier hanging on the top of the tent. It was not an oil lamp, but a magic lamp. This surprised Zhao Hai. It seemed like King Siqi was living a comfortable life. The cost of using this magic lamp was much higher than that of an oil lamp.
