Feng Xun returned to Feng Residence, sitting alone in the study.
He opened the ice box of the Nirvana Heart Lotus, but as soon as it was opened, a burst of firelight rushed towards him from within the ice box.
Inside the ice box, was a fiery lotus the size of a bowl, with crimson petals and an ochre heart, crystal clear, utterly beautiful—the most enchanting flower in the world, quietly lying inside the ice box.
Beiqing was already entering late autumn, and during this season, a bit of coolness could already be felt.
Yet, the Nirvana Heart Lotus made the room suddenly enter a sweltering heat, with a surprisingly high temperature.
Had it not been that Feng Xun had a body of icy coldness, he might have passed out from the heat.
Thinking of Xue Pian Ran's words just now, Feng Xun's lips helplessly curved into a bitter smile.
