Huang Jingjun was utterly desperate; even his older brother had been defeated, losing an arm. Who could save him now?
The young hunter in his eyes, with a blood-stained long blade in hand, was still the same person, but his image had completely changed in Huang Jingjun's perspective.
Earlier, he had thought of forcing the other to gather herbs in the Heavenly Light, and even found him naively ridiculous, asking his brother for advice when death was close at hand.
Looking back now, there was a faint sneer on his lips, and his brother was all smiles. Weren't they also looking at them in the same way?
The Three Colored Flower was about to ripen, with light mist flowing and an increasingly intense fragrance that cleared the mind and invigorated the spirit upon its scent.
Qin Ming was deeply attracted, turning around to dig out the Jade Box from the pile of chaotic rocks, fearing to miss the best time to harvest. Who knew if the Spiritual Flower would wilt rapidly after blooming?
