In fact, the blood was merely a disguise of the petal itself.
Xu Zimei's right hand waved slowly, with the spiritual energy flowing through his hand.
The blood color on the surface of the petal began to be absorbed bit by bit.
By the time the blood color had been completely absorbed, the petal seemed to have undergone a great transformation.
It was transparent and looked incredibly clear.
This clarity and purity was the most pristine thing Xu Zimei had ever seen thus far.
It was crystal clear, seeming to be without a single speck of dirt.
It was even more pure and unsullied than the lotus flower which rises out of the mud unsoiled.
"Do you still recognize this?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
When the Hell Turbid Qi saw the transparent petal, it kept retreating backward incessantly.
It desperately tried to escape, but Xu Zimei blocked it each time.
"Don't you even say hello to an old friend? How heartbreaking," he said.
Xu Zimei said with a smile.
