"Mr. Yao, why are you so concerned about that flower demon?"
Jiangli was somewhat surprised by how urgently Yao Zhuang was asking about that peony.
It had been drifting in and out of sleep before, so it knew little about Yao Zhuang's circumstances.
But seeing his urgency now, a sudden flash of insight struck Jiangli.
"So you stayed in the Demon Abyss for ten whole years, despite being a mortal, all because of her?"
It truly had never expected the man before it to harbor such an enduring obsession with a flower demon.
"Do you know her true identity?"
Jiangli narrowed its eyes at Yao Zhuang.
Yao Zhuang sighed. "I didn't before. I only felt that she must be different from ordinary people. But after coming here, I grew increasingly convinced that perhaps she truly wasn't human."
Jiangli frowned. "But why are you certain she was that Peony Flower Demon?"
After all, there were countless spirits and monsters in the world. Why was Yao Zhuang so certain she had to be a Peony Flower Demon?
At this, the little old man, whose face ordinarily betrayed no emotion, actually flushed a little.
"Because... because she had a natural fragrance about her. I asked her once, and she said it came from the peony balm she used."
Now, the truth was right before his eyes.
The woman he had loved so obsessively for years was a flower demon.
And hadn't this little beast said it? A Peony Flower Demon had once appeared here.
So after all these years, he had indeed found a trace of the person he sought. They had simply missed each other.
"So the bond between you two has already come to an end."
Jiangli offered no other words. It simply stated the final outcome outright.
Though laying the