"It's time to enter the instance." Xu Huo said to the Girl in the painting.
The Girl in the painting understood and immediately followed him into a relatively secluded nook.
The Girl in the painting transformed into a painting and slipped into the coat, and moments later, Xu Huo's figure vanished from his original spot.
A faint light flashed before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery shifted from the street to a restaurant with a classical decor—a glance made it seem like he had entered a fairytale castle. From the windows on either side of the restaurant, one could see snow-capped mountains and partially snow-covered towers. Though the towers' original features were indistinct, the garden below them, filled with various flora trimmed into small animal shapes blooming in the snow, indicated the owner here possessed a unique sense of whimsy.
Even the twenty-four candelabras on the dining table were soldier puppets dressed in blue.
