Inside was a luxurious grand hall. Hundreds of orange lamps hanging from the ceiling bathed the chamber in a dreamlike aura. Stepping inside felt like entering another, mysterious world.
Ye Xiong stared at the lights, feeling dizzy and sleepy, but unable to fall asleep. Then, he felt his defenses gradually weakening.
Realizing this, he was inwardly alarmed.
Before entering this place, the heavy security outside had kept him in a state of high alert. But upon stepping into this hall, his guard weakened. What did this imply? It meant that something was off about this hall.
Ye Xiong sniffed the air and detected a faint scent, similar to vanilla but also resembling perfume. A layman would simply dismiss it as a woman's perfume and overlook it.