Wen Jiaren's first sensation was cold, the chilling cold that assaulted her from behind.
Feeling like there was something behind her, she slowly turned around, and less than half a meter in front of her, she saw a face. Her heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively stepped back, shouting out loud, "Who?"
However, no one answered her, and the owner of the face sat motionless before her.
Wen Jiaren took a closer look and discovered that he was an elder dressed in ancient attire, sitting in a meditative pose on an ice bed that exuded a frigid air, appearing to have passed away.
Yet, the elder looked as if he were still alive, his skin retaining the color of a living person.
He must be really dead, right?
Wen Jiaren waved her hand in front of the elder to ensure he was indeed dead before she began to survey the space.
It wasn't a very large space, but it still shocked Wen Jiaren.
She was astounded by the sheer wealth, the grandeur, the majestic largesse!
