The room was vast, its ceiling supported by thick carved pillars etched with faded dragons and phoenixes. Silk curtains hung from high beams, swaying slightly in the still air.
Incense burned in tall bronze holders, its faint smoke curling toward the ceiling. An ancient carpet lay beneath their feet, worn with age but still patterned with complex symbols.
At one end of the room stood a raised wooden platform with a low table and cushions, giving the whole place an air of quiet authority and spiritual power.
It was one thing to see such scenes on television.
But the real thing… was breathtaking.
Yan Rouxi slowly turned her head, awe in her eyes. "So beautiful…" she murmured before remembering where she was.
Beside her, Gu Yixuan was far less impressed. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, focused on the man standing before them.
