The Blissful Cook

"Old Mr. Fu, have you noticed that as we ascend, the spiritual energy seems to become denser?" Lin Chaofeng inhaled the mountain air, feeling a sense of tranquility and joy as if his lungs were being cleansed by the spiritual aura.

"Young Master is right. The concentration of spiritual energy on Qingfeng Mountain is indeed unusually high. It even surpasses the Academy of Enlightened Learning, I dare say." Old Mr. Fu had visited the sacred place years ago and had a deep impression of the abundant spiritual environment there.

As they spoke, the mist shrouding the mountaintop began to reveal the ancient structures of the Drifting Petal Palace.

"The concentration of spiritual energy here even surpasses the Academy of Enlightened Learning!" Old Mr. Fu took a deep breath, astonishment evident on his face.