Seeing Bai Xiaotian standing there in a daze, Shen Luo felt somewhat surprised. He came to Bai Xiaotian's side and followed his line of sight, only to discover that across the Fire Poison Spring, amid a patch of red Fireheart Grass, a young woman in a pale yellow dress was carrying an emerald-green bamboo basket as she bent over to gather something from the ground.
The woman seemed not to have noticed Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian. She stood sideways toward them, her exquisite figure appearing incomparably soft and graceful beneath the contours of her pale yellow gown. Her exposed profile showed a slightly raised nose bridge, thin lips, and a somewhat pointed chin tilted in a faint upward curve, like a finely carved piece of flawless jade.
Her eyes in particular seemed to reflect the stars, sparkling with clear light. Her long, slightly upturned lashes added a touch of charm, making one forget all worldly concerns at the sight of her.
However, Shen Luo soon noticed that what the maiden's slender jade-like hands were picking was not some wildflower or fruit, but a crimson flower with vivid colors, intricate petals, and countless tiny thorns.
Shen Luo recognized it at once. That flower was none other than the immensely poisonous Wolfbane Fire Lingzhi. Ordinary cultivators would never dare touch it with bare hands; even if it were stored in a jade box, they would fear inhaling the slightest trace of scattered pollen, lest it burn through their intestines and rot their stomachs.
This alone showed that the woman was far from ordinary.
Just as Shen Luo was about to send Bai Xiaotian a mental warning, he discovered that Bai Xiaotian had already stepped out of the bushes and gone straight to the bank of the Fire Poison Spring.
"Bai Xiaotian,