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Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Jiang Yuan walked along the hotel corridor, his feet sinking into the soft, blue-patterned, plush carpet, with nearly floor-to-ceiling glass windows at his side.
There were curio shelves in the corridor as well, holding authentic, original 'Guiguzi Descends the Mountain' blue and white porcelain pieces.
A series of Western oil paintings hung on the walls, featuring exposed flesh, halos, and inscriptions.
Outside the window, the scenery was mesmerizingly beautiful. The trees were lush and green, with the imposing Mount Wulong in the distance, its peaks extending endlessly, while the nearby gardens were intricately carved, with layers of rolling hills.
The best part was the hotel's periphery—a constantly flowing rapid stream that brought in a light sound of water, creating a comfortable ambiance.
Jiang Yuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance, his mind occupied with thoughts while admiring the beautiful view.
