"Ahead is the Flower Pavilion."
After flying all night, as dawn broke, Lu Liyu pointed forward, her face filled with joy.
Fang Bai lightly pressed down with his toes, and the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade pierced through layers of clouds, flying obliquely downward.
After flying for dozens of miles, they reached a large lake, and from afar they saw over a dozen islands of various sizes scattered in the lake's center.
The islands varied, some spanning hundred miles in circumference, while others were just over ten miles, all covered in flowers with a fragrance pervading the air.
Amid the sea of flowers stood tower after tower, so engulfed in flowers that even the buildings seemed wrapped in them.
"Is your Sect called 'Flower Pavilion' because of this abundance of flora?"
Fang Bai asked Lu Liyu with a smile.
"I suppose that's part of the reason."
