Upstairs, there was an exceedingly large living room.
In the middle of the living room, there was an ancient-looking incense burner.
From within the incense burner, wisps of blue smoke rose gently, filling the living room with an odd fragrance.
At the eastern end of the living room, there was a small wooden platform, covered with a lavish carpet.
A woman in a white dress and plain clothes was lying on the carpet, curled up.
She seemed to have been seriously injured, with her chest heaving and her breathing rapid, her whole body convulsing incessantly.
Yang Fei carefully walked over to the woman's side, calling out softly.
"Miss, are you alright, do you need help?"
Although Yang Fei called out to the woman, he dared not get closer to her.
Even now, Yang Fei had not forgotten the all-encompassing destructive whirlwind in front of the waterfall.
The woman continued to lie on the wooden platform, her body trembling slightly.
From her throat came intermittent moans of pain.