Li Chengyi waited quietly.
Waiting for the result after the change of the mark.
He had long understood that the Evil Flower was a tool, a powerful weapon of the Emperor of Flowers, which had fallen on the Evil Soil.
It was an extremely bloody tool with which the Emperor of Flowers slaughtered countless lives.
But this did not mean it was inherently evil.
Li Chengyi believed that the Evil Flower in his hands would never become such a bloodthirsty weapon of slaughter as the previous Emperor of Flowers.
After all, he only wanted to break free from the shackles of the blind spot and return to a leisurely and peaceful ordinary life.
That was all.
The Flower Language Ability was beyond count; the color of one's heart determined the color of the abilities that were combined.
Finally.
After quietly waiting for more than ten minutes.
A piece of new information was transmitted into Li Chengyi's mind.
