Chen Lin looked toward the distant flowers. A little girl barely half a foot tall stood on a white flower, staring at them with wide eyes.
The little girl wore her hair in two horn-shaped braids and had on a red bellyband, looking like an adorable little sprite.
Yet in an environment like this, she inspired no affection, only wariness.
"You trampled my flowers! You have to pay!"
Seeing Chen Lin and the others look over, the tiny girl immediately pointed at them with a plump, fair finger and spoke in a babyish voice.
Chen Lin's nerves instantly tightened.
She was actually speaking the cultivator language he used most often!
This language was only common in the Tianxuan Realm and was completely different from the one the cultivators here spoke. If she could speak it, either this place had a universal language rule similar to the Nightmare Realm's, or she could invade his memories and quickly master the language he used most often.
Either possibility meant this tiny girl was far from ordinary.
"You won't pay? Then this princess won't hold back!"
When Chen Lin remained silent, the tiny girl immediately flew into a rage.
But instead of launching an attack, she plunged into the white flower beneath her feet.
Then Chen Lin felt all the flowers, grasses, and trees around them come "alive"!
Pfft!
A blade of grass half a person's height suddenly straightened beside Cheng Lingdie, piercing her chest like a sharp sword.
Immediately afterward, another blade of grass stabbed into Cheng Lingchan's body.
The two unconscious women merely convulsed once, then went still.
Cheng Jianshan's expression changed drastically. He hurried to save his granddaughters, but a vine beside him sprang up in an instant and wrapped around his feet. Enraged, he drove his flying sword down to