Shen Qing stepped into the room and the first thing that caught his eye was a stretch of blue-gray brick flooring,
the surface of the bricks was somewhat worn and there were signs of undulation and twisting, clearly due to the passage of years.
Beyond that, there were some simple wooden furnishings in the house, not luxurious, but each one exuded an ancient charm.
They seemed somewhat out of place in the room, as if they had been haphazardly put together by someone.
Shen Qing withdrew his gaze and walked forward two steps before looking up.
Zhao Ba was sitting on a tall wooden chair with a back covered by a wolf skin that emitted a faint glow. He was looking at him with a half-smile, exuding the unique oppressive aura of someone in a high position.
Xiao Zhi, who was following behind him, felt like a rabbit that had stumbled into a tiger's den, and a sense of unease and anxiety welled up within him.
He took a deep breath trying to appear more composed.
