Time seemed to stand still in an instant.
The entire exam hall was engulfed by darkness, the elderly vanishing without a trace. When the light returned, he found himself under gentle lamplight.
Bathed in warm yellow light, the ancient tomes on the shelves exuded the unique, musty scent of ages past.
Between the bookshelves stood two somewhat aged sofas. On the table between them sat a bucket of ice and bottles of liquor.
"Whiskey or champagne?"
The golden-haired man sitting behind the table raised his head and asked him.
"...Can I have a bit of both?"
Huai Shi thought for a while before slowly taking a seat opposite the man, placing the gun on the table, and finding a comfortable position. "I don't think I've ever had either."
"Then let's go with whiskey. I have a bottle of forty-year-aged Hakushu from Yingzhou Hell here. It's rare to find a guest worthy of tasting it."
