After entering the Charming Nine Sect, Shen Cheng was taken to a room.
The room was spacious and vast, the floor paved with black glass stones, while the ceiling was constructed with crystal glass.
It was very unconventional and unique.
From the entrance, luxurious genuine leather sofas extended all the way to the rear.
On the wall opposite the sofas hung a giant LCD screen, which occasionally flickered with images but produced no sound.
This setup and layout inexplicably gave one a sensation of being in heaven one moment and plummeting into hell the next.
There was a man sitting on the sofa, his back to the direction of the door.
He had a tall figure with balanced proportions, and just that peerless silhouette seemed enough to spark imaginations about his appearance.
Shen Cheng withdrew her gaze from him and stepped forward.
Her footsteps were neither light nor heavy, not making a sound, indiscernible to someone not highly alert.
