The hall exuded a faint scent of purple orchids, suffused with a classic charm.
Long tables and floor mats were distributed around the edges, leaving a spacious area in the center.
The walls were adorned with famous paintings and animal specimens.
The floor was covered in pristine white rugs.
Qin Hao felt as though he had been transported to a Mongolian yurt beyond the pass.
"Junior Brother Qin, let's sit together."
Since the seats were intended for two and Qin Hao had no companions, Su Lingfeng invited him sincerely.
"Alright."
Qin Hao nodded slightly, and the two of them found a spot to sit.
Once everyone had taken their seats, Hu Boyong, situated at the head, clapped his hands, "Bring out the wine and food!"
At his words, a group of beautifully dressed maids entered carrying trays of fresh dishes and wine. These young women all had lovely faces and wore specially prepared outfits.
