Mo Lan's soft and tender fangs emitted a fresh dark green that seemed to have been moistened by rain. A clear and clear spiritual aura floated around Ling Chuxi's body. Under the nourishment of the spiritual energy, the consumption of Ling Chuxi's divine sense was actually reduced by half compared to usual.
"Mist rain flower! I understand, it's the misty rain flower!" After an unknown amount of time, Ling Chuxi suddenly opened her eyes and cheered.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt his vision go black and he almost fainted.
Ling Chuxi quickly took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Only then did her mind regain its clarity.
