When Yang Zhen descended, he was startled by the scene before him, not only were there quite a few people here, but it was also a secret place. In the center was a stone slab with natural Dao marks on it!
Around the natural Dao marks were blooming a dozen or so brilliant red flowers. When Yang Zhen landed, several people were collecting these red flowers.
The flowers looked incredibly delicate, the kind that would be damaged at the slightest touch. Despite the care taken, one person accidentally brushed against a petal, and the entire plant immediately wilted. In the blink of an eye it turned into a pile of what looked like dried-up debris.
Everyone gasped in surprise, their glare falling onto Yang Zhen unkindly, as though he was the one who had damaged the flower, their faces filled with resentment.
