The gate of the Mo Family Ancestral Home is an ordinary, old wooden door with a top latch.
In the past, Mo's Mansion never had theft prevention, nor did it need it.
Yi Lin flicked his fingers, and the door opened.
The moss-covered wooden door closed once more.
Yi Lin waved his hand around Mo's Mansion, setting up a sound barrier.
After completing the preparations, Yi Lin expanded his perception and walked into the hall of Mo's Mansion.
The hall was full of household trash. Several Angel Envoys, dressed in shabby clothes, were sprawled out drunkenly on the floor.
Empty wine bottles littered around them.
The air reeked of alcohol inside, and it was a complete mess.
"Phew..."
Yi Lin exhaled a long breath, his gaze landing at the very conspicuous spirit tablet corner of the hall.
