Behold, the pioneer host

"We're here."

As the door to the new world outside the elevator slowly unfold to her eyes, the short-haired woman indifferently nodded. "Hmm." But she was secretly inspecting the place, alert from all kinds of attacks. No matter where she was, if it was not her home turf, utmost caution must be exercised.

'This whole floor is a room?'

The place was very luxurious. The extravagance of the room was greater than the best presidential suite she had been to, even better than Paul's Baroque-style mansion seated at a prestigious location in Jasmine City.

Just one thing she noticed was the lack of modern appliances and the love for red of the place's owner. The color of blood unsettled her a bit. But overall, everywhere was a very eye-pleasing sight. To be honest, she even wanted to take away a cute lamp near the center table. It looked ancient yet the colors it gave off as it got lit up was like that of several rainbows compressed together, the soft multi-colored glow was simply breathtaking