"My inheritance contains the Myriad Flowers Life-and-Death Method, the Spirit Seed World-Transformation Art, and my proudest creation, the Myriad Demon Evil Flower Scripture."
"Once you learn them, you can grow as many flowers as you like." The Demon Flower Evil Lord coaxed him patiently, painting a grand promise.
Purple light swirled in Yun Shuanghua's eyes. He was clearly tempted.
Yun Zui slowly narrowed her eyes, while Ao Zhan and Feng Jiuxiao also frowned.
How to put it? This scene looked very much-uncannily so-like a child trafficker crouching by the roadside with candy in hand, smiling as he told a child, "Come here. Uncle has something nice for you."
The Demon Flower Evil Lord was still beckoning.
"Little one, come."
"A little closer."
Above the Thirty-Three Heavens, on the Immortal Terrace in the Sea of Flowers.
Yun Huang had been resting his forehead against his hand, idly lowering a strand of divine sense to overlook the battlefield.
There was no helping it. Yun Qing had personally sent a divine message asking him to keep watch. Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang could only set aside his feasting and entertainment for the moment and spare a strand of divine sense.
Then he saw this scene.
Yun Huang: "..."
His golden pupils slowly narrowed, as though he had spotted something filthy.
"Heh."
The instant Yun Huang's voice fell, the phantom of the Demon Flower Evil Lord, who was smiling and reaching toward Yun Shuanghua above the flower field, suddenly trembled.
Those uncanny flower-patterned eyes abruptly lifted, scanning his surroundings with utmost vigilance. A chill without any apparent cause suddenly swept through this remnant thought of his, though he had been dead for untold tens of thousands of years.
At their level, an instinctive warning was never baseless. Unless something that could truly threaten him was