Lu Yuan followed Liu Si, walking along a wooden corridor. The corridor and floor were both made of high-quality teak, coated with tung oil and polished with beeswax. The slanted sunlight cast a beautiful brownish-yellow hue. It had a vintage charm without appearing old-fashioned. Stones were piled along the edge of the corridor, and beyond it was a small stream. Some bamboo leaves, either withered yellow or pale green, bobbed on the surface, carried along by the current with a gentle, tinkling sound as they flowed downstream.
Lu Yuan's mood also grew calmer in this peaceful and tranquil environment.
Before long, Liu Si, who was leading the way, stopped.
"We're here."
Lu Yuan also stopped, his gaze falling to the right side of the corridor. It was a room, its door emblazoned with a large 'Crane' character, evenly divided by the sliding panels.
