"Hmm?!"
Feng Qing'an sensed something unusual immediately, feeling an intense surge of energy throughout his body, as if his blood were boiling and his vital energy in tumultuous motion. Especially in his Dantian, an emptiness filled with fluid energy, it felt like an influx of light energy was gathering.
What felt even more peculiar to the youth was the sense of his blood ready to burst out from his spine, like his robes were about to inflate, as if his flesh and blood would suddenly sprout wings and take flight.
In a split second, Feng Qing'an remembered the statue of the god he'd seen outside the palace when he entered — a creature with a bird's head and human's body, sporting wings on its back.
"What kind of place is this?"
Feng Qing'an turned around to ask the Feather People who had walked in with him. Upon hearing his question, their expressions, already filled with mixed feelings, turned even grimmer.
