When Yun Mu and Bai Lu followed Qi Guangrong into the banquet hall, the moment the lights flickered on, they stopped dead in their tracks, their faces filled with utter astonishment.
The entire banquet hall was dominated by a vibrant red tone, yet it lacked any sense of oppression or restlessness. Instead, the rustic and elegant arrangement of the space lent it a tranquil and refined atmosphere.
All the tables and chairs in the room were made of solid wood. Even without touching them, Yun Mu could tell they were by no means cheap. They exuded a sense of substantial weight and solidity, completely free of any shoddy, frivolous veneer.
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