Just at this moment.
An ethereal figure gradually appeared within the vibrant Other Shore Flower in the center of the Flame Sea.
"It's rare for things to be perfect in the world, one leaf floats while another sinks. Fallen flowers disappear for thousands of years, destined for life and death at the Other Shore..."
A long, sorrowful lament poem floated over the Flame Sea.
On the Other Shore Flower Petals, the human figure was vague and uncertain.
It seemed as though the distance was not great, yet it felt like a separation of thousands of miles. Particularly eerie.
"What does this mean?"
The three were puzzled, unable to comprehend the meaning of the poem drifting toward them.
"I understand!"
Nangong Shui's heart surged with excitement.
