Shang Qingzheng held the bouquet, eyeing the few peach blossoms of unusually vivid pink and red within it, and asked curiously:
"Weren't they impossible even to touch? How did you manage it?"
These Mystic Capital Flowers were beautiful and unique. Shang Qingzheng had tried picking them herself, but every attempt had been like fishing the moon out of water: they dissolved at a touch.
Whether she tried clever tricks with magic power or caught them in a vessel, nothing could stop them from withering. In the end, she could only conclude that the Blessed Land's environment was special, and these petals could not survive outside it.
Jiang Yang turned to her and teased:
"That's a secret. Just because you can't touch them doesn't mean I can't."
Shang Qingzheng's large eyes darted as she realized the reason, and she pouted:
"It's just because you're a Wood Virtue cultivator, isn't it? What sort of secret is that?"
"Hahaha, as long as you know."
She had thought he possessed some special means of tending them. Seeing her reaction, Jiang Yang was happy to let her think that and laughed his way past the question.
Perhaps because of his Dao Fruit's influence, he could not only touch them but collect them as well. Breaking off a few flowering branches was no problem at all.
With such a large bouquet in her arms, Shang Qingzheng was even happier than when she had received the musical score earlier. She twirled through the peach grove, her pure white skirts fluttering, her slender figure picturesque in every movement.
Watching her skip happily ahead, Jiang Yang followed close behind, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
Only after quite a while did Shang Qingzheng slowly stop. She lowered her head to smell the flowers again and again before carefully