Crack!
With the heavy bronze relief gate in front of him slowly opening, a scorching wind hit him in the face.
Liu Wenhuan did not hesitate; he stepped forward in two strides and then his head heavily knocked on the ground, making a "thud" sound. He spoke with a tone full of gratitude, earnestly saying, "Thank you, senior, for your assistance. I shall never forget this even in death."
He glanced at the scenery in this reception hall using the corner of his eye.
The light inside the room was somewhat dim; the floor was smooth, subtly reflecting some blurry images.
On both sides stood fully armed Dragon Guards, and on the raised platform in front, a bronze throne was placed. The master of the throne leaned by the window, holding a blue and white porcelain tea set, presently gazing at the vast landscape of rivers and mountains outside.