He cupped the moonlit orchid almost as if he were trying to hide it from view. Yang Qing inwardly praised his luck that it was the moonlit orchid that was asked for and not some spiritual plant that he would have had to fork out spirit stones to get.
Moonlit orchids were one of the few things he wasn't short on; they grew like weeds in his abode. And if he were being modestly honest, his were among the best in quality at the Order—only surpassed by those specially cultivated in the Medical Valley, and even then, the difference wasn't too large.In fact, the very fact that his orchids could compete with those from the Medical Valley, despite him doing almost nothing to grow them compared to the meticulous care given over there, only made a stronger case for how special they were.
