"What? That's the Spirit Cleansing Lily?"
"No way. That is the flower that gives you spiritual sea and sense?"
The crowd of elders went mad as soon as they heard the name. Anyone who knew anything in an alchemy-focused sect surely knew about this flower. They might not know what it looks like, but they absolutely had heard about it.
Ma Rong looked at the elders' incoherent noises and waited for them to quiet down. Once the voices stopped talking, she spoke,
"Yes, this is the Spirit Cleansing Lily, and the one who got this is my disciple." She continued, " What do you think is the contribution to finding one of these for the sect?"
The crowd was stumped on that question. No one had ever been able to pick out a Spirit Cleansing Lily without harming it as far as they knew. There were only the occasional lucky people who did pick them, but that was more luck than technique.
"Did your disciple get lucky, sect leader?" one of the elders asked.
