The two immortal herbs, one purple and one red, each occupied a small patch of ground. Their auras were somewhat sharper than those of the spiritual herbs around them.
His gaze paused on them for a moment before moving away.
Those two immortal herbs were not for his own use.
Ning Tian's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, and Wu Feng's Red Dragon martial soul.
He had seen the temperaments of those two. Though they could not exactly be called good people, and he was not particularly familiar with them, they were still decent enough.
If they were willing to behave and become true allies, he would not mind giving them those two immortal herbs.
If they were unwilling, then he would give them to someone else.
He calculated silently, his expression unchanged, then turned to retrieve the Lovesick Heartbreak Red standing quietly beside the stone ridge.
The flower was jade-white from stem to petal, with an extremely faint red flush at the edges of its petals. It looked as if it had been stained by an almost imperceptible wound, or as though a drop of blood that had yet to congeal had been sealed within it. Under the sunlight, it radiated a breathtakingly mournful splendor.
It stood there quietly, its stem and leaves slightly drooping, as though it had been waiting for a very long time—so long that even its flower crown had bowed faintly.
Tang Wulin stood before the flower for a while. He did not hesitate for long. He merely lowered his head to glance at his chest, then raised his hand, pressed his fingertips together, and delivered a crisp, light palm strike over his heart.
The strike was not particularly forceful, but a muffled tremor came from deep within his chest. Immediately afterward, a warm,