Early morning, the sky had not yet fully brightened.
When Louis opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a rough wooden ceiling, the wood uncarved, simply peeled and polished, with beams having a slight slant.
He stared at the slanting beam for a few seconds, then sighed softly.
This was his residence in Mai Lang Territory.
Not exactly crude, but certainly far from comfortable.
The house was built by the artisan team using wood, with walls that block wind and sound, and old wool and geothermal pipes laid beneath the floor.
Compared to his black ebony carved bed that could accommodate four people back at the Red Tide Territory Earth Tower Castle, it felt like a different era.
But he didn't mind; it was a special period, how could one possibly build walls and towers here?
And though this bedroom was rather rough, it was already the best room in Mai Lang Territory at the moment.
