Zhao Ling noticed that although the doors had closed, Sea God Hall had not darkened in the slightest.
Sea-blue light streamed through round and square windows on every side, illuminating the entire hall and giving it a cool, secluded feel.
There were no unnecessary structures inside the hall, only eight platforms.
The seven outer platforms formed a circle, each with a different design. Their shapes matched the seven platforms of Sea God's Seven Sacred Pillars, like miniature versions of them, except there were no Sacred Pillars here, only the seven platforms.
At the very center of the hall stood an enormous circular platform, visible through the gap between the two outer platforms in front.
Holding Zhao Ling's hand, Bo Saixi led him toward the enormous central platform. They climbed the stairs, and she pulled him down to sit with her on the circular platform, nestling her head against his chest.
Zhao Ling tightened his arms around Bo Saixi and scanned their surroundings, his brows drawing together.
"Bo Saixi, have you been staying here all this time? Isn't this place far too bare? And this platform-have you always meditated and rested on this huge platform?"
Bo Saixi lifted her head from his chest, nodded, and replied, "Yes, darling. Is something wrong?"
Zhao Ling scooped Bo Saixi off the platform and settled her on his lap, reaching out to pinch her delicate nose gently.
"Of course something's wrong. Just look at the conditions you're living in! This platform is so hard and cold. Doesn't it hurt your bottom just sitting on it? Never mind lying down to sleep!"
Bo Saixi shook her head unconcernedly. "No. I've long since gotten used to it. I don't think there's anything wrong."
"I don't care what you think; I care what I think. In any case,