This appeared to be a very ordinary room; the space was not large, nor was it sealed. A window was open, allowing sunlight to spill in, while outside, a peach blossom tree could be seen, a gentle breeze carrying the intoxicating fragrance of the flowers.
Inside the room was a table and a chair, with incense wafting up from a burner on the table, but aside from these, there were no other pieces of furniture.
However, there were three paintings hanging on the walls.
One painting depicted lush bamboo, another a lotus flower.
The last was of a solitary mountain peak, at the foot of which there appeared to be a woodcutter carrying a load of firewood, walking forward.
Wang Wu found it quite odd; was this some kind of riddle?
Indeed, it did embody the style of the Human Race.
Always fond of creating mysteries out of nothing...
Wang Wu's gaze swept across the three paintings one by one, yet he couldn't find any hidden secrets; he wasn't the kind of person with innate wisdom.
