This flower grew out of that grave.
The stench it emitted was like that of a rotting corpse.
The smell was unbearable. Everyone purposely kept a distance of more than five meters from it.
"You say that your family has served this ancient demon named Cardon for three generations?"
"Yes."
"You are the fourth generation?"
"Yes."
"When your great-grandfather served Cardon, was the City of Fried Dough Twists enclosed in this Moonlight Bottle?"
"No."
"How did Cardon manage to put the entire City of Fried Dough Twists into the Moonlight Bottle? Wasn't his body already dead, leaving only his will?"
Guo Dahai said, "My great-grandfather helped him establish ten thousand anchor points. The areas inside the anchor points would all be drawn into the Moonlight Bottle. This is just one kind of spatial spell. The Moonlight Bottle wasn't crafted by him but stolen from the treasure of some great being."
This explanation was quite reasonable.
