When the pollen drifted into the air, it merged instantly with the atmosphere and disappeared without a trace.
Having done this, A-Hua paused briefly to think, casting a meaningful glance at Li Qianfan before flicking her index and ring fingers, releasing the hidden pollen within them into the air—her last of the Dream Pollen.
When she had descended the mountain, her master had given her this Dream Pollen, which she had always been reluctant to use.
Now, in order to successfully gain control over Li Qianfan, she bore the heartache of using up all the pollen, believing it worthwhile if she could turn a cultivator into her puppet.
It appeared as though Li Qianfan was merely enjoying A-Hua's service, but in fact, he was secretly sizing her up. Upon noticing her use of the strange fragrant powder, he immediately held his breath. He had experienced it once before—inhaling it would cause him to briefly lose consciousness.
However, suddenly Li Qianfan remembered something important.
