Mingjue was like a statue carved out of snow, even if his tone carried a hint of recklessness, his face remained utterly expressionless.
He Qing, upon hearing that, refused to show weakness as well.
She sneered, casually plucking a small flower from the spiraling-patterned column in the corridor, and gently blew on it in the palm of her hand—
The petals trembled lightly and immediately shimmered with a faint glow, drifting with the wind, dancing in midair like a butterfly. This flower was a Lingxiao Flower that grew on the column of the corridor, the first plant to sprout in Paulownia Garden after the Barrier was broken.
Mingjue saw its vibrant hue, fiery red and festive, and with the protection of Spiritual Power, it had been thriving ever more. Now, amid the lush green leaves, those fiery red blooms added bursts of vitality to the quiet courtyard whenever one took a leisurely look.
At present, this fiery red flower twirling in midair was especially graceful and beautiful.
