The fair-skinned beauty exchanged a glance with Xue Luosha, both detecting the confusion in each other's eyes. However, it was not the time to dwell on such doubts. Having reached their level of cultivation, they were both of firm mind and would not easily give up. Gritting their teeth, they once again channeled their mana and attacked the colossal flesh flower.
Yet in doing so, the two of them unintentionally drew closer to each other, widening the distance between themselves and Yi Chen.
Yi Chen, dividing his attention, was fervently attacking the huge purple flower in the sky, delaying the descent of the fleshly membrane, while simultaneously delving deeply into the memories in his mind.
As if glimpsing a passing landscape, his memories unfurled.
A pavilion under the moon, shadows of flowers all askew, suitable for a light drink seated on the ground.
Ten miles of green hills, bird song intermittent, fitting for seeking spring and singing of ages past.
