There was nothing much to the bizarre color of the earth, but those unfamiliar plants put a gloomy look on Lin Xuan's face.
Back in You Province, he had been the Young Master of Spirit Herb Mountain. Setting aside his alchemy, his knowledge of all manner of strange flowers and exotic grasses far surpassed cultivators of the same rank—yet he did not recognize a single one.
That was simply inconceivable.
After a brief pause in thought, Lin Xuan reached out and pointed downward. Spiritual light flashed, and a giant azure claw emerged, uprooting a small tree by the roadside.
Fairy Hongling was startled, but she soon let out a breath of relief. When she looked at the little tree, her eyes likewise carried a few traces of confusion.
The tree was a little over ten feet tall, with leaves the size of an infant's palm. What was eerie, however, was that all those leaves were purple, and their shapes resembled ghostly faces one after another.
Eyes, ears, mouths, and noses—each was vividly lifelike. They looked rather terrifying. If an ordinary person saw them, they would probably have nightmares at night.
"Yue'er, have you ever seen this kind of tree?"
"No." The girl shook her head very simply. Like her master, she also liked to read widely in her spare time, but no matter what ancient texts they were, none had ever mentioned the slightest thing about such a strange plant.
Lin Xuan's expression grew even gloomier. Surviving a great calamity should bring blessings afterward, but Lin Xuan kept feeling that his current situation seemed to have gone bad to the extreme.
While he was still pondering, spiritual light suddenly rose behind him. Fairy Hongling transformed into a dazzling startled rainbow and broke through the air.
"She's straightforward enough."
Watching the