Could the heavens really have opened their eyes?
Something out of legend lay quietly among the flowers.
Sandong studied it cautiously for a long while-surely someone had dropped this?
Such a tiny piece. Picking it up should not cause any trouble, right?
No, no!
With tremendous willpower, Sandong turned away, its tiny, mincing steps growing even more cautious.
It had to be a trick!
How could so many good things be waiting for it in a single night?
This was definitely flower entrapment. It must not pick it up, even if it died.
The same rule still applied-its little life mattered. Sandong wanted to live for a long, long time.
Sandong walked away without a trace of reluctance. Moonlight alone was enough for Sandong to cultivate; everything else would cost it its life.
After a hundred or so steps, Sandong stopped again.
Was today Sandong's day of trials?
Not far away, a tiny piece of Moonlight Essence lay hidden among the flowers.
Had Sandong not been exceptionally sensitive to moonlight, it probably would not have discovered it.
Was this... flower entrapment?
It was hidden so well that Sandong absolutely would not have sensed it if it had not taken this path.
Could it still be flower entrapment, even when they had gone to such lengths?
Sandong's expression was terribly conflicted. That piece of Moonlight Essence was very, very small, smaller than a human fingernail, but it was still worth three winters of Sandong's cultivation.
To become a stronger Flower Spirit, this piece of Essence of the Moon was a shortcut.
Sandong's thoughts struggled furiously-was this a shortcut in cultivation, or a shortcut through its life as a Flower Spirit?
It had cultivated diligently all this time without ever taking a shortcut.
Of course, that was not because Sandong did not