The interior walls of the tearoom were as white as snow, silent and peaceful.
Locke sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes tightly closed as he quietly tended to his injuries. Qi Jingtao's strength was truly as unfathomable as the rumors suggested; he was by no means an opponent for someone like Locke, who had been barely scraping by for two hundred years on a dwindling breath of life.
A light knock on the door broke the tranquility. Locke opened his eyes slightly and replied in a low, deep voice, "Come in."
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