The blossom opened for an instant, spectacularly beautiful!
Hua Youyue smiled brightly, a serene smile gracing her face, with a sweet aroma permeating the air around her.
Hum—!
All the breath of the heavens and the earth seemingly aggregated, a gorgeous Epiphyllum Flower imprint gleaming brightly, leisurely moved to face Yang Zhen. In front of everyone's shocked expressions, it imprinted itself within Yang Zhen's mind.
Yang Zhen shook slightly, staring at Hua Youyue in surprise and asked, "What are you doing, little miss?"
Hua Youyue flashed a placid smile, shook her head and replied, "From today onward, Hua Youyue is just Hua Youyue, no longer the Tri-Floral Saintess, nor capable of becoming the Tri-Floral Saintess."
