Sandong cooperated very well.
At least, that was what Li Yingling thought of its attitude. Sandong's little face was drawn tight.
Whenever Li Yingling asked a question, Sandong would think it over carefully before earnestly giving whatever answer it knew.
"Is there anything unique about this place?"
"N-no... nothing..."
"Then are there any strange phenomena here, like surges of spiritual power?"
"Sandong has lived here a long time... n-no... never noticed anything."
"Then do you know anything about this place? Something other people don't know."
Sandong racked its brains, then cautiously raised its head and said softly:
"There's a rabbit here that became a demon, and it's really fierce. Does that count?"
Li Yingling frowned slightly without speaking.
Judging by its little expression, it seemed quite cooperative, but nothing it said was of any use.
This Flower Spirit looked fairly harmless, too. Li Yingling did not particularly want to feed it a Perfect Tonic Pill.
Sandong stole a glance at Li Yingling's expression and naturally understood that its answers could not satisfy this human cultivator, who seemed fairly easy to talk to.
But it really did not know much.
Sandong had never even left Flower Ridge. It had awakened in Flower Ridge, grown up in Flower Ridge, watched the sun rise and the moon set in Flower Ridge, and watched spring depart and autumn come.
It had seen little of the world. Much of what it knew and the legends it had heard came from stories others told.
In its only brief, hazy memories, Sandong seemed to have met another Flower Spirit at some point.
That had been a very long time ago. Sandong could not even remember what that Flower Spirit looked like.
So long ago that Sandong wondered whether it had dreamed that Flower Spirit up.
Sandong seemed