There was not much emotion on his face. He merely nodded slightly and said, "All right," but only he knew that his heartbeat had quickened.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Wang Xian rose to his feet, rolled his somewhat stiff shoulders, and swept his gaze over the Immortal Herbs shrouded in mist.
Wang Xian got up and walked straight into the herb garden.
The earth beneath his feet was soft and damp, making almost no sound when stepped on.
The mist emanating from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well curled around him, carrying a strange temperature.
One side was scorching hot, the other icy cold. The two auras intertwined, meeting and clashing against his skin, bringing him a trace of discomfort.
The moment he stepped inside, his gaze was drawn first to the large flower between the two pools of spring water.
The flower grew on the bank where the red and white springs met. It had no leaves, a three-foot-long stem, and an enormous blossom nearly a foot across.
Every petal was as clear and translucent as crystal. The pale pink flower swayed gently with the watery mist, like a pink cloud floating in the air.
Even from more than ten paces away, Wang Xian could already smell its faint fragrance.
It was not strong or pungent, but delicate, like dew clinging to flower petals in the morning, or a fragrance drifting from a young girl's hair. It was refreshing to the heart and mind.
Its stamens were light purple, set one by one in the center of the blossom like polished violet diamonds, glittering with scattered light amid the mist.
Aromatic Silk Beauty.
Wang Xian recognized the flower at a glance. Its characteristics in the original work were far too obvious.
The bane of all poisons, capable