The rocking chair came to a standstill.
A figure in a gown, wearing a lady's hat, appeared out of thin air.
Mature and dignified, she seemed like a noblewoman who had stepped out of a high-class family.
"Glenda!" The woman gently uttered, snapping her fingers.
The scenery of the basement began to change.
The mottled walls were once again covered in brightly colored wallpaper, while the moss-and-dirt-covered floor became shiny and smooth.
Furniture and well-kept potted plants sprung up all around.
The place was no longer a basement, but resembled a wealthy manor.
An illusion!
The changes started to take place right before Wu Heng's eyes and he immediately sensed something was wrong.
Simultaneously, a strong resistance surged deep in his consciousness.
The illusion shattered, all the imaginative scenes disappeared, and the basement returned to its shabby, mottled state.
The woman slowly rose, making a gesture of pouring tea.
