"A… a flower with all seven colors of the rainbow…" he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling ever so slightly.
"This… this is…" He stepped forward without realizing it, his eyes locked onto the rose as if it were the most precious treasure in existence.
"That's the Seven-Colored Glazed Rose!" His voice rose in shock. Gasps echoed throughout the hall.
Before anyone could react, Shi Hanfeng had already reached out and taken the rose from Lin Feng's hand.
His movements, once steady and dignified, were now hurried almost desperate.
His hands… were trembling.
Up close, the beauty of the rose became even more apparent.
Each petal seemed to contain a world of its own, faint spiritual energy flowing through it like a living entity.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air, refreshing the mind and calming the soul.
Shi Hanfeng held it carefully, as if afraid that even the slightest force might damage it.
