"Master, after visiting this Big Stone City, can we go to the Golden City?"
In the reception room, Lin Shiyu asked curiously, her clear eyes looking around the room, full of the unique vitality and naivety of a young girl.
Her fingertips unconsciously traced over the pear wood armrest beside her, which was polished smooth like jade, exuding a subtle, elegant fragrance of wood and sandalwood.
The entire reception room was covered with a three-inch thick polar icefield white velvet carpet, and the walls were inlaid with deep-sea pearl rock, reflecting a gentle glow under the crystal lights at the top. The walls were adorned with some landscape ink paintings.
These decorations were excessively luxurious, starkly contrasting with the mountain temples, huts, and market alleys Lin Shiyu had seen over the past ten years, making her secretly amazed.
Shi Tianming glanced at his inexperienced little disciple, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out as he smiled gently:
