Lu Yizhou's boots made sharp clicking sounds against the marble floor. The interior of the mansion was mainly built on wood, illuminated by the flicker of candlesticks along the way. The shadow reflected on the wall was akin to the soundless struggle of the trapped spirits, giving off an uncanny vibes that was a perfect addition to such a gloomy mansion.
A huge staircase greeted him as soon as he entered, divided into both sides that led to different wings of the building. But that was not the thing that drew Lu Yizhou to a stop.
It was the large painting that was hung in the middle.
