When Lu Chen regained consciousness, he found himself in a quaint room. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, and sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows across the floor. He propped himself up and looked around; the room was adorned with carved beams and painted pillars, exuding an air of antiquity, yet Huo Yao and the chief referee were nowhere to be seen.
"You're awake?" A gravelly voice, tinged with authority, reached his ears.
Lu Chen turned toward the sound and saw an old man in grey robes standing in the doorway. Although the elder’s hair and beard were white, his spirit was vigorous, and his gaze was as sharp as a torch, seemingly capable of peering into one's soul.
Chapter 153