The little flower plant, dangling helplessly in the air, felt her tiny fake heart skip a beat when she heard the word "fake spiritual plant." Her petals perked up instantly as she processed Su Qinglan's words.
"Fake! I knew it!" she screamed internally, her leaves rustling with frantic realization.
"She was right! This monster plant is an impostor!" She glared at Stove with all the fury a five-centimeter flower could muster.
All the spiritual plants she had ever known back with her family were sophisticated, graceful, and spent their days meditating in the moonlight.
They certainly didn't launch themselves at people like green cannonballs, and they definitely didn't inhale roasted deer legs like a starving wolf.
To her, Stove was a leafy barbarian, a brute with a strange, overwhelming energy that made her feel like a tiny pebble standing next to a mountain.
