The pink flower's petals opened and closed slightly, its voice gentle.
"Human, since you recognized me as the aromatic silk beauty, you must be the one that person chose."
"Is he well? It's been so long since we last saw him, and he never comes to visit us. Honestly, honestly."
The purple stamens at the center of the aromatic silk beauty pulsed slightly, giving her words something of a muttering quality.
"Heh, you mean Tang San? No, I'm not."
Chen Ping had no intention of assuming a false identity and bluntly denied the aromatic silk beauty's words.
"What? N-no?"
The aromatic silk beauty immediately grew nervous. This was no good news for her.
After all, if Tang San had sent Chen Ping, she could have used Tang San's rules to restrain him, allowing him to take only seven kinds of immortal herbs.
But if Tang San hadn't sent him, they were in trouble. Back then, Tang San had stripped the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well bare. Immortal herbs like them had all grown anew over the past ten thousand years.
"Heh, disappointed?"
Chen Ping smiled faintly. "Tang San planted you here just to raise you like chives. Once you're ripe, he sends someone to harvest another crop. I really can't understand why you're so eager for Tang San to visit."
"Nonsense!"
Just then, the fiery-red flower beside the aromatic silk beauty spoke urgently, seemingly enraged. Red flowers made of lake water, identical to the earlier ones, condensed one after another, spreading densely behind the pink flower.
"You're courting death!"
The Snow Empress's voice rang out, cold and haughty to the extreme. With the Emperor Sword in her right hand and the Emperor's Palm poised in her left, the terrifying pressure of her seven hundred thousand years of cultivation