The deepest secret chamber in the Chancellor's Estate completely insulated itself from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
The air was filled with the cool, refined fragrance of top-grade agarwood, yet it did little to dispel the heavy, bone-chilling cold lingering between the two men.
The night-shining pearls embedded in the walls emitted a soft halo, illuminating Li Yuanfu's furrowed old face, which resembled the bark of an ancient tree, as well as Xia Yuanchen's pale, bloodless countenance.
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