The interior was quite simple, with a small door dividing the originally rectangular room into two sections.
The outer section was larger, clearly a living room, and apart from some simple tables and chairs and a tea set, it was empty.
Han Li glanced over the items with his spiritual sense and found that the materials used were quite rare, but of no use to him, so he didn't linger and swiftly stepped into the inner bedroom.
The interior of this room contained a bit more.
Besides a light green jade bed, there was a rectangular desk with several brushes, a pale red inkstone, and a stack of snow-white silk-like material placed on it.
Han Li raised an eyebrow, walked to the desk, picked up the brushes and inkstone, played with them briefly, but then shook his head and put them down.
He then reached out for the thin silk sheets, lightly shook them open.
They were completely blank!
