CREAK. The door swung open.
A faint, serene scent drifted out.
The room was as vast as a palace chamber, furnished with silk and brocade. In the center stood a large bed draped in a sheer silk mosquito net.
Qin Feng glanced around, unconcerned. He had long since replaced sleep with meditation.
His gaze fell upon a meditation cushion off to the side.
"How thoughtful of the Sea Demon Clan," he muttered to himself.
He walked over and sat cross-legged on the cushion. Instantly, Qin Feng felt an incredibly dense Water Spiritual Qi surging up from the cushion and flowing into his meridians.
The Spiritual Qi here was dozens of times denser than in the outside world.
Fuhai Palace was a Spirit Mountain deep in the sea, built by the Sea Demon Clan with Great Divine Abilities upon a nexus of countless intertwining undersea Condensing Veins. The Spiritual Qi here was as rich as that of any Spirit Mountain Blessed Land belonging to the first-class sects.
