The system pops up a warning: "Target emotion permissions: The emotion prices of some targets in this area are not visible due to system rule conflicts. Hosts are requested to proceed with caution."
I gnashed my teeth, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door of the meditation hall.
The moment the door opened, a scent of sandalwood rushed into the nose, mixed with the smell of lavender essential oil. It seemed comfortable, but there was a vague cold breath stuck to the skin. The lady at the front desk smiled politely at me: "Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"
"My name is Shen Mo, here to deliver the goods." I showed her the order page on my phone.
The expression on the receptionist's face changed for a moment, and then his smile returned quickly: "Teacher Liu said that a distinguished guest is here. Please come with me."
I followed her through the corridor with wooden floors. Various Zen paintings were hung on the walls on both sides. The paintings were all expressionless faces. The style of the paintings was as sinister as the title of a horror movie. At the end of the corridor is a glass door. Behind the door is a room of less than thirty square meters, with seven folding chairs and a whiteboard hanging on the wall that reads: "Emotional Purification Class - Issue 27 - Theme of this issue: Fear and Freedom."
The front desk knocked on the door, and Liu Yuan's voice came from inside: "Let him in."
