As someone about to become a Divine Chosen, Li Ye's room was exceedingly luxurious.
The light was soft and misty, as if shrouded in a veil of twilight, creating an atmosphere both dreamy and slightly enigmatic.
On the walls hung several mysterious paintings sketched with delicate strokes, some elegant, some obscure, and some decadent. The figures and scenes in the paintings seemed both real and illusory, sparking imagination.
Every piece of furniture here was a meticulously crafted work of art.
In the deepest part of the room, there was an even larger and softer couch.
At the same time, a faint fragrance lingered in the air, seemingly the aroma of some rare flower.
Li Ye glanced around the room, and after rejecting the service of the believers, he began to check whether there was anything unpleasant in the room.
