Tap, tap---
The empty hall echoed with heavy footsteps, and to be honest, they sounded somewhat unnerving. Even Tang Feng, who was normally brave, couldn't help but shiver.
Before long, a woman dressed in a red ceremonial outfit arrived in the hall, and Tang Feng felt a cold aura rushing toward him from afar.
This chill was fundamentally different from the cold of ice and snow; it was the kind that made one's soul tremble.
If she had intended it, Tang Feng wasn't certain he could have evaded such an attack.
For a moment, he realized he had been too confident, overly presumptuous. Fortunately, the woman did not harbor any ill intentions, otherwise, the outcome was difficult to predict.
"Greetings, Miss," Tang Feng offered a bow, his expression natural.
"There's no need for formalities, young master, please have a seat," the woman replied with a graceful bow and a faint smile on her face, yet the aura around her didn't diminish in the slightest.
