Lin Qi gestured toward the side curtain, and two maids from the Rare Treasures Pavilion emerged through a hidden door, carrying a crystal-clear glass case.
The case stood about half a person's height. Its base had been cut from a single block of black jade, engraved with three rings of delicate spirit patterns. A faint, dark-gold glow flowed slowly along their lines.
The moment the glass case was placed on the stage, the martial artists in the first three rows widened their eyes in unison. Inside it was something they had never seen before.
A flower hung suspended inside the case.
It was about the size of a fist, with no soil beneath it and no roots to support it. It simply floated in midair.
Its petals were translucent frost-white, edged with the faintest trace of gold. Three dewdrops clung to the base of its stem.
The dewdrops were amber, round and plump, hanging without falling. Each gave off a faint halo of light.
An indescribably profound aura emanated from the flower, lending even the air throughout the venue an extraordinary quality. With every breath, it felt as though one could inhale some kind of pure energy.
Yi Yang sat cross-legged on the cushioned couch. The Wood True Yang Scripture circulating within him inexplicably quickened by half a beat.
The Profound Light Seed in his Qi Sea trembled faintly.
This was resonance.
Yi Yang frowned, deliberately suppressing the speed of his cultivation art and focusing his attention on the stage.
Standing beside the glass case, Lin Qi put away his smile and said solemnly:
"This flower is called the Condensed Image Mystic Flower."
As soon as the name left his mouth, several teacups shattered in the second-floor boxes where the Profound Connection Realm experts were gathered.
Lin Qi paid no