Hearing her words and seeing the worry in her expression, Mo Ze finally nodded. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll look for it." As soon as the words left his mouth, he closed his eyes and began searching his body with his divine soul.
Feng Jiu watched from the side. After a long moment, she saw him open his eyes and hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
Xuanyuan Mo Ze's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at her. "There is indeed an ancient black lotus. However, it's shriveled up in a corner of my soul. And it's not a blooming black lotus—just a bud."
"Shriveled up in a corner?" Feng Jiu was slightly surprised, somewhat unexpected.
"Mhm."
Xuanyuan Mo Ze replied, leaning back against the bedside. "If I hadn't sensed it, I'd scarcely have noticed its presence. But what on earth is going on? How did a black lotus end up inside me? And how long have I been asleep?"
