Mo Xingjian was about to arrange things when Luo Lingling stopped him again.
"Remember to clean up thoroughly. There are quite a few people who know us from the Taiqing Sect. Don't let them recognize our methods and materials." Luo Lingling advised seriously.
Listening to this, Mo Xingjian couldn't help but give a thumbs up, expressing his agreement and admiration.
Just as the two began to arrange again, suddenly, the thunder ceased, the lava stopped flowing, and the blue rain stopped falling.
The two looked up in confusion and saw that the originally stable three flowers suddenly burst into a brilliant light. A golden beam shot out from the flowers, and then the illusion of a fourth flower began to slowly emerge.
This was a golden flower, its appearance like the sun descending to earth, its dazzling light making it hard to look at directly.
It emitted a holy and majestic aura, each petal seemingly forged from the purest gold, engraved with ancient and mysterious runes.
