Although the solitary life flower was rare, it was completely useless to Ling Chuxi. Moreover, Huangfu qingjue had no use for it, so Ling Chuxi did not take it to heart. If not for Liang yugru's reminder, Ling Chuxi would have almost forgotten that she still had such a treasure on her.
Without any hesitation, Ling Chuxi carefully took out the Jade bottle. The small flower inside was still crystal clear, as if it was an ice sculpture stained with water droplets.
Opening the bottle cap, a faintly discernible delicate fragrance drifted out, refreshing the heart. All of the poisonous herbs on the ground seemed to have undergone some subtle changes, as if they contained a strange vitality.
