Song Siyao was still confused. Wan Qiji called her name but didn't speak, only staring at her intently.
Upon hearing this, he frowned sharply and turned around.
The obsession and intoxication in Wanqiji's eyes dissipated somewhat as he looked at the flowers in Wan'er's hand.
Meanwhile, Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi huddled together, whispering and chuckling, their heads sitting up straight and their bodies separating.
"What do you mean 'dispersed'? It can't be dispersed!"
Whatever it is, it will never dissipate.
Baili Xijiang started shouting anxiously.
Whether it's the spiritual flower or them.
They can't all be separated.
Qin Xi, who was having a good time just a moment ago, is now deep in thought as she looks at the magical flower.
How can we prevent it from dispersing?
Several pairs of eyes were staring at my palms, making them feel unbearably hot.
Noticing everyone's sensitivity, Song Tingwan tightened her grip and gathered a small spiritual flower into her palm.
She tilted her head, her two spring-like eyes hazy and slightly intoxicated, the red at the corners of her eyes curving upwards again: "What, do you also want the spiritual flower that my future Daoist partner gave me?"
Shen Zhuochuan clenched his fist and covered his lips with a smile, saying seriously, "That won't do. I only give my flowers to my wife."
Nobody originally wanted those flowers.
But their back-and-forth banter took a turn for the worse.
Baili Xijiang glanced at his uncle with resentment, "You won't even give it to your nephew if he wants it?"
"No." Shen Zhuochuan refused decisively.
Unless he's still as cute and cuddly as he was when he was a child.
Baili Xijiang curled his lip, "What's so great about it? It's not that difficult."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, gathering the surrounding spiritual energy.
They've gathered them together, but they can't solidify them.
Forget about making flowers, I can't even manage to conjure up a single petal.
Seeing this, the others also began to try it.
Almost instantly, Song Siyao seized the spiritual energy from Baili Xijiang and condensed it into a solid mass.
But here's the problem.
How do you sculpt a flower again?
I just glanced at it and it was clearly very simple.
How come I managed to condense a spiritual entity, yet my mind went completely blank?
Immediately afterwards, Wan Qiji successfully solidified into a physical form. He was better off, but not much better.
It's just like a child playing with clay, piecing together several large lumps of clay to form something that looks like a flower.
It was completely different from the three-dimensional, lifelike flower that Shen Zhuochuan had sculpted.
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow smugly.
The remaining two are Qin Xi and Song Tingwan.
Qin Xi condensed the energy slowly, but gradually, a small flower took shape and appeared suspended in front of her.
It's less refined than Shen Zhuochuan's, but it looks more vibrant.
Perhaps Qin Xi was simply more vibrant and considerate than them.
Finally, it was Song Tingwan's turn.
Like A Yao, she relied on her closeness to heaven and earth and all things to be able to manipulate spiritual energy with a wave of her hand.
The flowers she sculpted were different from the two of them.
It possessed an ethereal, otherworldly quality, and even acquired color.
The stamens are pink, gradually fading away, while the outermost white petals shimmer with iridescent light.
"This is a fairy flower... I don't care! Master, I want this too!"
Baili Xijiang was amazed, but then became arrogant and spoiled.
It is perfectly reasonable for an apprentice to ask his master for things.
Song Tingwan chuckled, but before she could reply, Qin Xi handed the one she had conjured to Baili Xijiang, saying, "Mine is yours, but what Wan'er made for you is mine."
Baili Xijiang was dumbfounded.
"You, Qin Yuanyuan, don't you know to ask your master for it yourself?!"
But his hand held Qin Xining's flower tightly.
Qin Xi smiled at him and said, "Sure, but I feel sorry for my Wan'er."
While they were arguing, Song Siyao remained silent, only staring at her older sister.
She didn't have any either.
Surely her older sister wouldn't leave her out.
"Sister, I want one too."
After saying this, Song Siyao turned around and glanced at Wan Qiji and the ugly flower he had made, looking at each other in bewilderment.
She pursed her lips, a hint of awkwardness in her voice, and said, "Wanqiji wants some too."
The remaining Shen Zhuochuan shrugged and looked at her, smiling gently, "Wan'er can't just leave me out, can she?"
Song Tingwan was both amused and exasperated.
"Why are you getting involved when you already know how to do it?"
Do you want to exhaust her?
Song Siyao said matter-of-factly, "I don't know how, I couldn't make it."
He reached out and asked her for it.
Song Tingwan chuckled and placed the first flower she had made into her palm. Then, looking at the people who had come to join in the fun, she smiled irritably and repeated the action, giving each of them a flower.
Fortunately, they were all quite responsive, showering each other with compliments, which made Song Tingwan cover her mouth and laugh non-stop.
"Boom—"
Just as they were enjoying themselves, a thunderclap struck from the sky.
Everyone's vision blurred.
The sky, which had been clear and sunny just moments before, suddenly darkened.
Qin Xi was caught off guard and startled.
"Is it thundering?" Baili Xijiang reached out to feel the thunder, wanting to see if it was raining.
They're not done yet, and it's about to rain heavily?
As a dragon, he enjoys rainy days, and soaring above the clouds in the rain is a great pleasure.
But when he's with his friends, all he wants is for the weather to be nice all the time.
However, after he finished speaking, Baili Xijiang sensed something and looked up at the sky.
Song Tingwan and the others all had somber faces. If they were still slightly tipsy when they were making flowers, they were now completely sober.
Something happened.
It's unclear who stood up first, but one by one, the six of them stood atop the high mountain, gazing into the distance at the territory of the Heavenly Mystery Sect.
"Boom!" As if the heavens and earth were about to be torn apart, the sky changed color in an instant.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, the sky darkened, and a fierce wind howled.
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