"Come on, let's go find Little Bing."
Youyou narrowed her eyes happily. Her flower bud swayed gently, and her leaves spread to either side, like someone stretching.
"Hehe, finally, a nice person has come. Once he absorbs me, I'll be able to chat with his wife."
She pulled her stalk out of the crevice in the rocks, her roots swaying gently in the air as though taking steps. She led the way, using her leaves to push aside hanging vines and branches and clear a path for the two behind her.
Wu Changkong followed her, holding Long Bing's hand. Long Bing walked half a step behind him, her gaze resting on Youyou's stalk. She watched the pale blue-green fluid flowing inside the translucent stem, brightening and dimming like a breath.
They soon reached the deepest part of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The air here was thick with life, scorching on one side and freezing on the other. The spring on the left was milky white and billowed with steam. Its surface churned as bubbles rose from the bottom, bursting with intense surges of spiritual energy and an indescribable medicinal fragrance.
The spring on the right was ice blue, its surface as still as a mirror beneath a thin veil of white mist. Cold air rose from the water and spread along the ground in every direction. The two currents of heat and cold met in the center of the basin, forming a blurred boundary. On one side, the air warped with heat; on the other, it turned white with cold. All kinds of plants covered the basin's stone walls. Some were green, some dark red, and others translucent. Their roots sank into cracks in the stone, drawing in the spiritual energy spilling from the Ice and Fire