The flower in Wang Qiang's hand was a plain and simple wildflower, so ordinary it seemed like one picked casually from the roadside, the root still speckled with dots of brown soil.
By the time this person appeared in front of him, he had already glanced at the flower, but after failing to find anything unusual, he directly overlooked it. He had not expected this situation to arise.
"You're blocking our way just to sell this flower?" Liang Yi pondered for a moment but decided to probe for information from this seller. To all of them, this flower seemed nothing out of the ordinary, yet it had given Uncle Ju, himself, and his junior fellow disciple, Senior Zhou, three different sensations, which was quite unusual.
