Yun Xiaotian listened to Lin Tian's words and was partially understanding; although he had a mother who was an Ancient Martial Artist, he hadn't had much more exposure to the Ancient Martial World than Lin Tian.
More importantly, Yun Xiaotian had never seen many secret worlds, so he couldn't fully comprehend Lin Tian's words.
Lin Tian shook his head and turned to examine the room. The room wasn't like a modern apartment with a living room and multiple bedrooms; there was only a single room with a bathroom, and a screen dividing the space. The front half was the living room, and the back half likely held the bed.
The living room had a square table with a teapot and cups on it, surrounded by several simple stools, but in Lin Tian's eyes, these simple furnishings seemed to have quite a bit of history.
