Nighttime, Maple City University, Horticulture Institute.
Qin, cloaked in a black hooded cape, walked into the cultivation area of the horticultural garden.
"Wow, it's quite a mess."
She clicked her tongue as she took in the scene before her.
The neatly organized, lush and blooming garden area was now a changed sight.
The ground was torn and tattered, with cracks and debris-strewn soil everywhere; countless flowers and trees were either withered or shattered, creating a chaotic scene as if it had endured the ravages of war.
In the center of the garden, stood a solitary figure, silent and motionless.
Dark green hair that resembled dirty dreadlocks, and a plain middle-aged woman's face.
It was Professor Lü.
She didn't seem to be in good shape, with her clothing somewhat tattered and a clump of her vine-like hair broken off, as if it had been forcibly torn by something, leaving a jagged end.
"Nearly none of the 'children' you've painstakingly cultivated survived... Professor."
