Meng Hao sat cross-legged on the soft, cloud-like bedding within the lavish chamber allocated to him inside the Heavenly Demon Sect. The walls of the room were covered in velvet tapestry that shimmered faintly with spiritual threads, each strand pulsing gently with defensive formations embedded within the fabric. Decorative lanterns lined the carved stone walls, casting a warm golden glow that softly illuminated the room, accentuating the luxurious ambiance in every corner.
The bed beneath him was draped in silk spun from spirit cocoon moths, smooth and cool to the touch, and the scent of sandalwood incense lingered faintly in the air, its calming properties helping stabilize one's spiritual sea. Despite the tranquility around him, Meng Hao's mind was anything but calm.
