The first thing that caught Han Xing's eye was an incredibly spacious hall.
The decor inside was quite rich in Witch Race style, with various crystal chandeliers and carpets made of animal leather.
On both sides of the hall, there were many rooms.
Only then did the two women find relief; each found a room and dived right in.
As the sound of the door closing echoed.
Han Xing also quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Then.
Han Xing walked to the sofa in the middle of the hall and lay down casually.
In front of him, there was a floor-to-ceiling window.
Once the curtains were drawn back, from this height, one could gaze upon the prosperity of the Witch Race Main City.
As a race with a billion population, its core main city is also the trade center of the Witch Tribe.
The daily foot traffic reached an astonishing figure.
The rooms in this area must be incredibly expensive, don't even need to think.
