On the way, Xyla Quest saw many familiar faces. However, she didn’t see the scarred bald man that had troubled her and Stanley Batton the most the other day.

That man left a deep impression on Xyla.

That was because she and Stanley had nearly lost their lives to him.

Yaksha led them respectfully into the living room.

A pot of tea had been brewed and left on a burgundy, rosewood, national-style coffee table.

The teapot was transparent, and there was seemingly bitter, light green tea in it.