A system restriction had now been put in place. Regardless of how strong he was or how many tricks he used, he would never be able to step foot inside again.
The store simply would not allow it.
"Let's rest now, Little Xixi. We're closing up for the night."
He walked over to the entrance, flipping the wooden plaque hanging on the door.
The sign outside now read: 'Closed.
Hao led Mo Xixi through the storage area and up the stairs.
As they stepped onto the second floor, a vast open living room greeted them.
Mo Xixi's eyes widened. This was nothing like the interiors she was used to.
The ceiling glowed with a steady, soft light, probably powered by embedded crystals rather than flickering lanterns or torches.
The furniture was elegant and refined, crafted in unfamiliar shapes. A long black-cushioned seat stretched out in the middle of the room, looking far too luxurious to be just a chair.
'What sort of craftsmanship is this?'
