In the dim little stone house, an ancient atmosphere permeated everywhere.
The furnishings in the small stone house were particularly simple.
A wooden table, a wooden chair, and a bed.
Of course, on the wooden table, there was also a dim candle standing.
Besides this, there was nothing else.
Although the furnishings were quite simple.
Overall, however, the small stone house was kept relatively clean.
Mu Tian cautiously walked into the small stone house.
And from beginning to end, he kept his waist bent, his head lowered, his eyes always fixed on the ground, not daring to look anywhere else.
That cautious demeanor bore no resemblance to the usual demeanor of the Mu Family's Family Head.
It was somewhat like in ancient times when a minister would enter the palace to meet the emperor, too frightened even to breathe heavily.
If an outsider were to be here and witness this scene, they would definitely be very shocked.
