Ye Fei successfully crossed through the great formation and arrived in front of the cluster of flowers.
The flowers were vibrant with colors, brimming with life, much like a miniature garden.
It was as if a hint of hope was brought into the mouth of this dead and somber hell.
The Abyssal Spirit, that pale purple flower, stood quietly in the middle of the flowerbed.
No matter how the surrounding flowers competed to outshine each other, it stood proudly among them, especially eye-catching.
Ye Fei carefully dug the Abyssal Spirit out of the soil, with some earth still clinging to it, and placed it in a small wooden box he had prepared earlier, tucking it into his bosom.
He then prepared to return the way he had come.
But just then, a burst of triumphant laughter came from the platform above.
"Hahaha! Ye Fei, you sure know how to enjoy life, to actually bring that bitch here for a rendezvous in such a place. Are you not afraid your wife will be jealous?"
Looking up.
