The door swung open, and a musty odor assaulted her senses.
The narrow window in the corner, already blurred by dust into semi-transparency, faintly let in some light, casting a mottled and yellowed pattern on the wall.
Within the vast room, a few discarded papers lay scattered wide, and in one corner, a broken chair with three legs stood, about to topple over.
This room was on the west side, featuring just a small, narrow window. It was sizable but had extremely poor ventilation and lighting, typically used as a storage room.
It seemed like the Chu brothers were underestimating her, Nanxi.
She took out a mask and put it on her face, then walked over to kick the chair down and grabbed a chair leg to approach the window.
Looking out through the cracks in the window, she raised her right hand and swung down the chair leg.
Bang!
After a crisp sound, the dirty glass shattered in response.