"Where is this?" Lin Xi exclaimed in surprise.
He was now in a closed room, not very large, about ten square meters, filled with a mist similar to the white mist hovering among mountains.
But this gas was clearly not mist; it felt to Lin Xi like something with its own spirituality, making him feel extremely comfortable.
Apart from these white gases, there was nothing else in the room.
No, this wasn't a room.
Lin Xi's alertness was extremely high; what he was stepping on wasn't flooring but something slightly soft and elastic, with the same texture as the walls.
It seemed to be highly compressed from the white mist that drifted around the room, not the usual brick or cement steel structure.
A room compressed from mist?
This isn't scientific!
Or rather, current technology can't achieve this.
And he was just in his dormitory cultivating, how did he suddenly end up here?