Qiaoyue said no more, while Jiang Man continued upward.
The mountain path grew steeper, loose stones tumbling beneath his feet with faint clatters.
Along the way, he encountered many formations and saw numerous strange plants.
Some had leaves glowing with a ghostly blue fluorescence; others had branches twisted into unnatural curves, as though wrung by some force.
He could not determine how much these things were worth.
So he asked about some and reached out to touch others.
His questions mainly concerned whether they were poisonous.
After touching them, the answers he received were very simple: none were worth mentioning.
Only when he neared the mountain's summit did Jiang Man finally touch a strange flower.
[A portion of the power casually unleashed by the crazed Ting Fengyin unexpectedly lodged within this flower. Crushing it can throw the surroundings into chaos, cause a loss of direction, and leave the mind and spirit unguarded.]
Jiang Man looked at the flower.
Its petals overlapped in layers, their color somewhere between deep red and purplish black. An abnormal sheen faintly showed along their edges, as though coated in a thin film of blood.
Anything connected to the crazed Ting Fengyin was worth mentioning.
He then plucked the flower and put it away.
This was another thing that targeted the mind and spirit, so it probably would not be much use against him.
But since it involved Ting Fengyin, he could not be certain.
He would keep it for now.
"What kind of flower is that?" Qiaoyue asked curiously, her gaze falling on the hand with which he had put it away.
"A flower that can make you lose your sense of direction," Jiang Man answered truthfully.
At that, Qiaoyue asked no further questions.
She did not seem to believe him.
Jiang Man