The pleasant aroma of the tea was instantly refreshing, and she could feel a vast amount of Spiritual Energy entering her body.
It seemed purer than any Spiritual Energy she had encountered in this world.
'But why isn't there any sign of a person in this room?'
Wen Ying sipped her tea as she scanned her surroundings. The room was decorated in an antique style, and not far away stood a screen embroidered with a design.
Setting down her teacup, Wen Ying walked toward the screen. The embroidery depicted people—a dignified and graceful woman with her hair pinned up, surrounded by several small children at play.
The style was ancient, but Wen Ying could tell at a glance that the figures on the screen were no ordinary people.
Though their attire looked somewhat plain, their overall bearing was impossible to ignore.
Even from where Wen Ying stood, she could feel a wave of pressure.
Something seemed to be emanating invisibly from the screen, creating a stifling sensation.
