The last wisp of black light was swallowed by Little Flower.
The tiny black mouth at the center of the flower made a satisfied smacking sound, followed faintly by a contented burp.
The crystalline petal tips swayed gently, as though a young girl had stretched out her lotus-root arm and tapped Fang Yi's finger.
"Master."
A sweet, clear girl's voice rang out, though her speech was still somewhat clumsy.
Fang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly and said in mild surprise,
"You're actually a female... pistil?"
For a moment, he could not find a suitable word to describe it.
He did not know much about plants. When Fang Yi had first picked it up, he had never considered distinguishing the gender of a flower.
After greeting Fang Yi, the Spirit Flower fell dormant once more and began digesting the power it had absorbed this time.
The faint green glow gradually faded.
This was the power of the Barren Attribute's aura. After devouring the Grafting Attribute, the green now carried a hint of blackish purple, making it seem even more mysterious and profound.
The Spirit Flower itself possessed the Barren Attribute. After devouring the Grafting Attribute, its aura had grown much stronger than before. It and Xiaobai, two non-human geniuses, were practically BUGs, their strength rising at an astonishing rate.
Whoosh.
After Little Flower fell asleep, it shrank back into Fang Yi's inner pocket.
The flames filling the sky gradually dispersed.
The azure, freshly washed sky slowly revealed its original appearance.
A black figure stepped out from the lingering waves of fire, gradually descending from the sky toward the ground...
"I'll leave the rest to you." Fang Yi looked at the person in charge of the Chuan City Spirit Association.
"Thank you, Undertaker Captain!"
No one was more excited by Father's death