"You can ask that friend of yours, the one from the Elf Race. The spirit spring is connected to the Elf Race."
Love Blossom left it at that and fell silent again.
Dongfang Minghui was even more confused by what Love Blossom had said. "Hey, hey, Love Blossom, stop playing dead. Where did you run off to when that assassin from the Blood Fiend Alliance showed up?"
She kept up her one-woman show for a little while, but Love Blossom never made another sound.
She felt as though Love Blossom had something weighing on its mind. A medicinal plant with something on its mind—what the hell? This world was too bizarre, and she understood it less and less.
She thought back to when Love Blossom had started acting strangely. It seemed to have gone silent right when she brought up the illusion.
Could creating the illusion require Love Blossom to pay some kind of price?