Inside the absolute, sprawling luxury of the Falling Blossom Villa's central grand hall, the atmosphere was nothing short of magnificent.
The towering columns of white jade and polished cedar wood were draped in woven silks that shimmered under the warm, ambient light of floating spiritual lamps.
A massive, roaring fireplace filled the back wall, casting a cozy, golden radiance across the entire room, illuminating the sheer volume of high-grade spiritual wines, roasted heavenly beast meats, and exotic crystal fruits piled high on the long banquet tables.
The heavy, oppressive air of the burning academy city outside was completely, utterly forgotten within this secure sanctuary.
In the center of the grand hall, positioned perfectly on a massive, plush velvet couch, sat Shen Haoran.
He leaned back into the deep cushions, his posture entirely relaxed, his long arms spread wide over the luxurious armrests with an air of absolute, nonchalant supremacy.
