Flowers Bloom Across Generations, Gradually Reclaimed; Xiang Emerges from the Dead Sea, Every Power Takes a Stand

Aunt Xiang gazed at the Sunflower beyond the prison gates and fell into hesitation.

She had not forgotten that, during the battle of the Ten Seat Holders, she had once been killed by someone named Kong Yuhen.

Had it not been for Shen Yi, she might have been reincarnated for many years by now.

"Was it him?"

Yet Aunt Xiang could no longer quite remember whether the Kong Yuhen from the Ten Seat Holders and the Sunflower Kong Yuhen before her had borne the same face.

His face looked rather flowery.

What had not changed was his scent.

That terrifying scent carried confusion with it, making one feel, upon smelling it, as though one would lose oneself, as though one would drift away with the wind into nothingness. Aunt Xiang could never forget it.

It was precisely because she had been killed by that "fragrance," because the terror of life and death was unforgettable, that Xiang Yaoyao would never forget the three words "Kong Yuhen" for all eternity.

"Sister Xiang, eat this seed."

"With that, the grievances between you and him will be wiped clean, all debts written off. How about it?"

Beyond the gate, the Sunflower repeated himself. Resting in his palm was a black seed, freshly plucked from his face.

That young man everyone called Master Shou had said it: Kong Yuhen actually had many versions? Once, there had been a Kong Yuhen who might have been impersonating him, and that one had killed the young woman before him.

Then Shen Yi had appeared and sent Kong Yuhen flying with a beating. Even his master feared that guy? Sunflower Kong Yuhen did not particularly like becoming entangled in karmic ties.

For no reason at all, he felt that he ought to bring this karmic tie to an end.