"Go inside."
Bai He and Xu Feng were pushed into a room.
Xu Feng could not help but speak. "Master, this is all your fault."
My fault? At a time like this, he was blaming me? Bai He took a deep breath and decided to ignore him.
This place did not look shabby at all.
In fact, the room was very well furnished.
The vases and porcelain were of the finest quality, even the tables and chairs were made from excellent wood.
The painting hanging on the wall was also exquisitely crafted.
The only thing that puzzled Bai He was that the content of the painting seemed somewhat familiar, yet he could not recall where he had seen it before.
Bai He had thought they would definitely be thrown into a filthy, chaotic prison filled with rats and cockroaches, and then be subjected to harsh torture.
But given the current situation, he instead felt a bit at a loss.
What exactly was going on here?
