The young man hurriedly stepped aside. Then he saw that below his knees there was unexpectedly nothing at all, only a small white flower bent beneath the pressure.
Just as the young man was puzzled, a head poked out from within the little flower, panting heavily. When she saw what the young man looked like, her eyes immediately widened.
"Go, go. Just bow once and that's enough. Don't disturb Master's quiet cultivation." The head in the flower belonged to a woman, who planted her hands on her hips and scolded the young man.
"What are you? Could you be some plant that has become a spirit?" Curiosity filled the young man's eyes. He had never seen such a thing before, though Ye Tian had mentioned in passing while preaching that all races of Heaven and Earth could become demons. When plants gathered Heaven and Earth essence, they too could become spirits through fortunate coincidence. That was why he made this inference.
"Of course I am a flower from this place. I am the Flower Fairy, protecting this place for my master. Bow if you want, but don't bow for too long. Not only will you disturb the peace, but look behind you—there are countless people who wish to make a pilgrimage. You alone are occupying this place. That is far too overbearing."
The woman in the flower spoke with the solemn airs of an elder.
The young man found it even more astonishing. He had not expected a spirit born from a flower to be so peculiar. Creation truly was wondrous.
Strangely enough, aside from the plant spirit before him, there was not another one anywhere in this world. The young man could not think of any reason for it.
In truth, it was not so strange. This world was