The tranquil valley was adorned with white sleeping lotuses swaying in the wind, creating ripples layer upon layer—a scene reminiscent of a picturesque landscape.
"Alright, now that we've figured out its origin, let's have Xu Hu absorb it," Li Qingming said with a trace of regret as he looked at the sleeping lotus in the lake and gave a slight wave of his hand.
"Whoosh..."
The sleeping lotus, flickering with cyan light, soared into the air; spurts of water generated a series of ripples and, with a "swish," flew into Li Qingming's hands.
Li Qingming examined it for a moment before casually tossing it to Long Xuhu, saying, "Xu Hu, catch!"
"Got it!" Long Xuhu caught the sleeping lotus, his eyes shining, and hurriedly forced a drop of heart blood from his hand onto the lotus.
