Ling Tianyu felt an immense pressure, and the Master of the Carefree Mansion, along with four other families, wasn't faring much better. At most, they could block five groups of people, but it was a close call. All the help Ling Tianyu could muster was this much; one couldn't be expected to risk their very life for the sake of making connections. Assistance had to be given according to one's ability.
Ling Tianyu looked at the Flame Cold Paulownia Flower, which showed signs of maturity. In two more days, it would be ready. The flower was not big, but it was incredibly beautiful, blooming in three brilliant colors that were very eye-catching.
Time slowly passed, and the two days were neither long nor short, but the moment of maturation had arrived.
"It's seven in the evening," Ling Tianyu glanced at the time. The Flame Cold Paulownia Flower would bloom at eight o'clock sharp, the perfect time when afternoon and evening meet, with just the right temperature and humidity.
