'What a miraculous, celestial flower… How was it not affected by the battle?'
The red flower was warm and smooth in his hand, pulsing faintly as if it were alive.
Deep within its pistil, an uncanny golden gleam could be seen faintly swirling.
'It's a Tier Five Low-grade Spiritual Plant!'
'This flower can control a person's mind and spirit, and it contains immense Demon Power. If I were to perform Refinement on it…'
Before he could finish the thought, the unexpected happened.
Li Jing, who had been lying on the ground and barely clinging to life, suddenly snapped his eyes open.
He glared fixedly at Qin Xuan—and especially at the red flower in his hand—letting out a hoarse roar from his throat.
"So you did come... Give... give me the flower..."
Li Jing struggled to rise, and the tendrils of flesh at his severed arm squirmed frantically!
