A brighter smile blossomed across Gao Ziyue's face, one that lit up her entire expression.
The interior of the room was far larger than it appeared from the outside, a spatial illusion that could only have been created by advanced formations. The floor was covered in dark spiritual wood, its surface radiating a faint, pleasant warmth, as though the ground itself were alive.
There was no excessive luxury. Every piece of furniture, every object, every detail seemed to have been chosen not to impress, but to provide genuine comfort.
At the center of the room, a massive dark-blue sofa dominated the space, wide enough to comfortably seat half a dozen people. Its fabric was soft to the touch, and its inviting shape promised hours of conversation without discomfort.
In front of it, a low white wooden table held an elegant crystal pitcher, its amber contents gleaming beneath the light of the spiritual lanterns. Beside it, two delicate wine glasses waited, empty and expectant.
