Feng Mountain hurried, bringing a gust of wind and snow with him as he quickly climbed the stairs.
The wooden stairs let out a faint CREAK under his feet.
Reaching the second-floor bedroom, he reached out and pushed open the closed door.
In an instant, an impossibly luxurious room burst into view.
The first thing he saw was the magnificent golden wallpaper, which shimmered with a captivating, noble luster. Every inch exuded a breathtakingly lavish atmosphere.
Above him hung an exquisite crystal chandelier.
Its countless, crystal-clear pendants refracted the dim light into a kaleidoscope of colors.
It bathed the entire room in a dreamlike glow, making it feel like a fairyland.
His gaze drifted to the walls, where several oil paintings were hung in a tasteful arrangement.
The frames were exquisite, inlaid with gold and silver, adding a dignified air to the artwork.
The subjects in the portraits, whether frowning or smiling, had incredibly detailed facial expressions.
