In a small garden.
Zhaang Ye stood quietly with his eyes closed, exuding an exceptionally strange aura as if he had merged with the garden itself. Before him was a patch of blooming flowers. They were gorgeous and brilliant; the green leaves and multicolored blossoms displayed a vibrant life force.
WHOOSH—
A light breeze gently swept by, sending several petals and leaves fluttering into the air.
As if startled awake by the breeze, Zhaang Ye's body shifted slightly. He murmured, "There are seven leaves in total, five of which are half-withered. There are also six petals, including three Purple Crystal Flower petals, two Nine-leaf Flower petals, and one Five-Colored Flower petal!"
FWOOSH!
Zhaang Ye gently extended a hand, and a Tornado suddenly appeared in the sky, sweeping all the airborne leaves and petals into his palm.
