The Lotus Throne was crafted by the will of Black Water using the bones of Heavenly Officials and Ghost hands. Each petal resembles a multicolored glazed tile, with a surface smoother than any mirror.
With an ordinary mirror, when Zhou Xuan enhances his Perception to its fullest, he can notice that even when magnified infinitely, there are some textures and pores on the mirror.
However, those glazed lotus flowers, no matter how Zhou Xuan pushes his Perception to its limit, he still only feels smoothness.
The Lotus Throne slowly rotates within the Dragon Prison Well, as the Seven-leaf Sage holds a Bodhi Branch with seven leaves, gazing at the distant Star Shield.
"After all these years, you are still as beautiful as you were back then."
The Seven-leaf Sage bent forward, bowing to the Star Shield.
"Seven-leaf, you still have not truly died?"
