Maybe it's because the place where he appeared isn't the same as last time.
Qiu Tu warily surveyed the bedroom before him.
The style of the room was similar to the hall from before—artistic Western classical Baroque, with a hint of extravagance.
The ceiling soared overhead, adorned with exquisite frescoes depicting scenes of paradise, golden lines woven among clouds, sparking endless imagination.
A massive crystal chandelier hung at the center of the ceiling, hundreds of crystals dangling like stars orbiting the moon.
The walls all around were filled with paintings in gilded frames. And at the center of it all sat an enormous four-poster bed draped with translucent gauze.
On the bed lay a stunning beauty, peacefully asleep.
'Where the hell did I just get summoned to?'
'Did I just sneak straight into King Kang's house?'
Thinking this, Qiu Tu strode forward.
