What a Coincidence
They eventually reached a room at the far end of the hall, isolated from everything else. It felt like they had entered an entirely different world. Wu Jian felt out of place, like he didn’t belong there. A shiver ran down his spine.
The young woman slid the door open just a crack.
“Lady Zhou, your guests have arrived.”
“Send them in,” said a voice from the inside, easily recognizable by this point.
“Please, go inside,” said the woman with a bow.
The four of them entered the room to find an elegantly furnished dining area with a low-seating round table in the center. The table was interesting in that it looked like there was a charcoal grill with rounded steel edges set in the middle.
Further out were various decorations. Beautifully painted columns complimented the lattice work of the ceiling, perfectly manicured miniature bonsai trees located in the corner, and a perfectly polished floor made this room look like something suitable for royalty.