Baiyi brought Diane to the front of a wooden building at the very edge, pushed the door open, and went inside.
It was a three-room, one-hall style, with a table at the far end of the hall. On the table, there were two clay pots, giving off an overall feeling of great desolation.
As spiritual power swept through, the dust in the living room was quickly cleared away.
Diane followed in coldly, but the coldness in her eyes began to fade away upon seeing some familiar things.
She watched as Baiyi drew three sticks of incense from the space ring and placed them in front of the two clay pots. After the incense burned halfway, he directly stored the clay pots into the space ring.
She couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. As expected, Baiyi hadn't changed at all; whether it was his fondness for money or these actions, she was all too familiar with them.
