Thinking of that woman, Shao Zifeng shivered inexplicably, took a deep breath, and tossed that thought to the back of his mind.
Huh?
Why had the air suddenly become so fresh? It was different from the way the white cat purified the air; it now felt to Shao Zifeng as if he were in the midst of mountain woods.
Having just emerged from the illusion, Shao Zifeng was still a little dazed, feeling that something was not quite right.
Why had the Elemental Egg stopped glowing, and why was everything in the room so verdantly green?
Startled into alertness, Shao Zifeng suddenly realized what was happening, his pupils contracting in shock.
Before him, the small but tidy rental room had sprouted all sorts of flowers and plants, as if a master gardener had intricately designed a botanical scenery room.
