The Black Horn Village is situated atop a mountain, long uninhabited, but had been prepared beforehand. No one could tell it once had cobwebs everywhere and thick layers of dust in its bleak appearance.
Inside, steaming hot dishes were still laid out.
Yu Tingwan wandered around after entering the house.
After all, staying here for a few days means getting familiar with the place.
The house was fully furnished, even more so than home.
Even luxurious.
The floor was covered with rugs, walking barefoot wouldn't feel cold.
The walls adorned with calligraphy and paintings.
Upon sight, the surroundings were filled with furniture made from huanghuali wood. The treasure cabinet was full of exquisite small ornaments.
Yu Tingwan leaned in for a closer look.
They were all new!
It had none of the aura of a bandit's lair.
"When were these prepared?"
Elder Ge: "Just a few days ago."
