Every time Yang Wanqing saw this, she thought it was absurd, but she no longer made a fuss over it.
Five Fuzhu walked over from the nearby grass and willingly gathered around them.
The largest white deer leading the group lowered its head and nuzzled Chen Siyao's arm, its rainbow antlers swaying before her eyes.
"Let's go." Chen Hao swung himself onto a deer.
The group set off deeper into the grasslands.
They took a different direction from yesterday—east by southeast. The Fuzhu moved with light, steady steps, making hardly a sound on the blue grass.
They traveled for about twenty minutes.
The first thing Chen Siyao noticed was not the color, but the scent.
A faint sweetness drifted on the wind. It was not the rich sweetness of nectar, but something fresher and cleaner, the elusive sweetness of fruit just ripening.
Then she saw it.
The grass ahead was no longer pure blue. Red, yellow, purple, and white mingled with the blue background—multicolored patches scattered here and there, growing denser and more vivid the farther they went.
"Qingqing, look ahead."
Yang Wanqing craned her neck from the deer's back.
"Flowers!" She stood straight up and nearly fell off. "That's a whole sea of flowers!"
The live chat erupted too.
"There's a sea of flowers up ahead!"
"A sea of flowers in another world, oh my god"
"Yaoyao, hurry over!"
"Those colors are way too beautiful"
Chen Siyao held Yang Wanqing's hand and patted the Fuzhu on the side of its neck. The deer quickened its pace.
The sea of flowers was even more spectacular than it had looked from a distance.
There was not just one kind of flower. Dozens, hundreds of varieties crowded into a single area, none of them found on Blue Star.
One kind had large