Xiao Lin sat nervously on a wooden box, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the elder in front of him, instead he began to take stock of the underground room's environment.
In this thirty-square-meter space, there wasn't much furniture. It looked like a cellar, a warehouse with wooden boxes placed in various corners. He was currently sitting on a stack three boxes high, four steps away from the passage where he emerged.
His feet rested on the box, hands placed on his legs. Flame Swallow, at some point, had blocked the exit. Her slender figure half-crouched at the entrance, silently wiping a spotless sword with downcast eyes. Her jeans had holes revealing smooth skin beneath.
