Qin Tian slowly ascended to the third floor of the pavilion.
Inside the third floor, there was only one large and spacious room, filled with antique charm, various decorations revealing the master's distinctiveness.
The entire room was filled with an unoffendable majesty. As soon as Qin Tian stepped in, he could feel the pressure the surrounding air was exerting on him.
At this moment, an elderly man with a fair complexion, whose age was indiscernible—perhaps forty or fifty, perhaps one or two hundred—without a beard, without wrinkles, with some white hair, reflecting that he was not young.
This person was none other than Murong Fei's father, Murong Tiannan.
At this time, Murong Tiannan was seated behind a simple wooden table, various books spread out on it, reading.
When Qin Tian walked in, Murong Tiannan did not look up to see him but rather said blandly, "You have immense nerve to intrude into the Murong Mansion. If caught, you won't survive."
