The Heaven-Class Room
Thinking of this, Selena's heart warmed. She silently followed behind Leon and looked at the back in front of her. She felt that it had become majestic and tall.
The corridor of the Treasure Pavilion snaked onward, under a ceiling carved with a formation that was as intricate as can be. Soft, golden light came from the lamps on the walls, and was reflected in the clean surface of the polished jade floors below. A faint scent of incenses was hanging in the air, mingled with the subtle fragrance of exotic treasures and medicinal herbs.
Leon walked without hurry in the lead.
His midnight colored robes moved softly with each stride, thin amethyst embroidered edges reflecting the light whenever the two were under a lamp, his shoulder length black hair cascading over the fabric of his robes. There wasn't anything particularly done by his gait, yet Selena couldn't help but watch him.
Maybe it was because she knew what sort of person he was.
