The silver-haired figure descended to beside the empty hole on the ground.
She had planted the Extreme Yin Flower at this spot many years back and would occasionally return to check its growth, and because of the harsh requirements that are needed to pluck the flower— something that she deemed impossible for the level of cultivators in this world— she didn't need to worry about it being stolen.
Yet, when she returned today to check on the Extreme Yin Flower, the flower that she deemed to be impossible to steal was nowhere to be seen.
She expected herself to get angry at whoever stole it, yet she found herself more interested in the individual who managed to pluck the Extreme Yin Flower.
