The owl didn't fly particularly fast and didn't escape his line of sight.
After about ten minutes of chasing, it hovered above a strange plant.
The upper half of this plant resembled an enlarged lychee shell, evenly split into eight segments that splayed outward.
The edges of each shell segment were lined with thin cilia, while the liquid sacs inside were more akin to aloe.
Every few seconds, the shell segments would contract towards the center in a regular pattern, then spread open again, sometimes with a large range of movement and other times less so.
After each opening and closing, the cilia would secrete a crystal-clear fluid.
Liu Zheng guessed that this might be some sort of method to lure prey.
Because he smelled a strange scent, not fragrant nor stinking, yet somehow familiar.
"Hoo-hoo."
The owl looked at Liu Zheng and made a sound.
He was no ornithologist and didn't understand the meaning behind the sound, but it didn't sound at least like a threat.
