The Mercer Family's reception hall was decorated in a simple, classical style.
As expected of an Ancient Martial Clan with a deep heritage.
Even in the midst of the apocalypse, most of the furniture was crafted from centuries-old Agarwood. And that was to say nothing of the ornaments on the tables; Paige Summers couldn't identify the origin of some of them by sight alone. However, a rather large jade statue held her gaze the longest.
At that moment, Paige Summers heard Zachary Mercer's gentle voice. "Please, have a seat."
She gave a slight bow, and they took seats on opposite ends of the sofa.
"How is the injured disciple?" Zachary Mercer asked with a hint of concern.
Paige Summers smiled. "He was very lucky. His life is no longer in danger."
Zachary Mercer nodded lightly.
