The pool of water churned, like a giant beast opening the abyss of its mouth, swallowing Ma Lin's figure whole.
At the same time, Lu Yao felt an irresistible force pulling at her. After the world spun around her, she found herself in an antique study.
Carved rosewood bookshelves were piled high with ancient books and scrolls, and a faint fragrance of ink filled the air. Could this... be the legendary "cadre chic" style?
Chapter 205