Most Demon Hunters living in the Northlands led lives similar to those of battle monks. They had no homes of their own, residing instead in various sanctuaries or military camps. Bai Huo was no exception. She lived deep within the Frost Temple—after Hassu adopted her, this ancient icy hall became her home.
Led by Hassu, Hao Ren and the others arrived at Bai Huo's quarters, deep within the temple, before a rather ancient oak door. The door and the surrounding Gothic pillars all exuded the weathered air of a thousand years. Although the temple was not dark, these things inevitably gave off a deep, oppressive feeling. Standing before the door and looking at its mottled surface, Hao Ren found it difficult to associate this place with a "young girl's bedroom."
He had met Bai Huo several times, but did not know her very well. This was his first time visiting her residence, and his first impression was "recluse": a girl born and raised in the Demon Hunter Order, subjected to rigorous combat training and indoctrination from childhood, living an entirely ascetic life. He placed his hand on the heavy oak door. It was cold to the touch, just like this frozen wasteland.
"No wonder she said she doesn't like this place. It's cold and boring." Hao Ren muttered to Vivian beside him before gently knocking on the door.
After quite some time, a slightly languid voice finally came from inside. "Who is it? The door's unlocked, so come in..."
Hao Ren gave the door a gentle push, and it opened with a creak. In the next instant, he wondered whether he had opened the wrong door. The sight before him left him utterly dumbfounded!
The entire wall directly opposite the door was occupied by a huge display cabinet, which was