Shaking his head, Zhang Xiaohao didn't take action immediately. Instead, he continued to hide in the void, observing quietly. He believed it wouldn't take long for him to discern the whole story.
After a while, Little Qing and the maid who had just left earlier returned. One of them was carrying a two-meter wide round wooden barrel in her arms, while the other held some precious, spiritually infused fire-red petals. These petals resembled red roses at first glance, but in reality, they were not. They were a unique type of Spiritual Flower from the Spirit Realm; the older the flower, the better the effects when bathing, accompanied by a singular fragrance.
Of course, even a Spiritual Flower with only ten years of age would cost a hundred top-grade Spirit Stones. A Spiritual Flower aged a hundred years would be even more valuable, costing a thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, and so on.
Truly expensive, most ordinary people can't afford them.
