With no one around, the hallway seemed even more ethereal at the moment. It was lined with polished bamboo floors and illuminated by soft, recessed lighting that mimicked the gentle glow of fireflies. The humidity remained high, carrying the scent of the spring water and rare herbal essences.
"Since the staff is wrapping up, I'll guide you myself. Consider it the final part of your private tour." Lin Mo said, walking towards a suite near the end of the hall.
The digital panel on the door was empty at first, but as soon as he registered Yu Qingyan into the log of the [Celestial Hot Spring] as a patron availing a private suite, the calligraphy above the door frame shimmered into existence: [The Verdant-Kissed Bamboo Glade].
"It reads your spiritual signature," Lin Mo explained as the door slid open. "Since you cultivate wood-attribute arts from your pavilion, the room adjusted itself. It's a smart system."
"How convenient." She whispered in satisfaction.
