The knights all stopped at the bottom of the steps, leaving only Su Ming'an standing on the high ivory platform, looking at the hall within the pillars.
He was about to step in when he heard a voice from inside:
"——World Master, stop."
This voice... sounds like Noel?
Su Ming'an halted.
The pure white hexagonal pillars divided the view, with sunlight merging into fan-shaped golden grids. A delicate tea table stood, with a purple-gold teapot and porcelain cups placed upon it. Purple vine hung down abundantly like grapes, filled with sunlight.
A young man reclined lazily on a rocking chair, with the ivory statue of the Goddess of Life behind him, using it as a backrest. His purple hair floated like water at the hem of the statue's gown, with messy strands swaying slightly, like the purple vine flowers growing at the edge of the statue.
He wore a mask, entirely silver-white, engraved with wintersweet and daffodils, revealing only a pair of slightly opening and closing golden eyes.
