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The flowering tree before him, Li Chengyi had discovered a long time ago and knew what its Flower Language Technique was, but now, with the complexities of the many Flower Language Techniques, he had to consider merging and strengthening them before this idea came to mind.
In the night, standing on the path, he once again remembered the moment he had seen the flowering tree in the botanical garden a year ago.
The purple-red blossoms, seen from afar, looked like a sea of wave foam.
He slowly walked closer, looking at the plaque on the trunk, and sighed.
Reaching out, he gently touched one of the blooming purple flowers.
The body of the flower was small, and with the touch, the entire branch also trembled slightly.
A very faint scent entered Li Chengyi's nose.
If an ordinary person did not lean in to sniff, they would not detect the fragrance at all.
