The Devil Eye Flower’s fragrance was extremely strong.

In the darkness of night, the Devil Eye Flower’s pollen released faint fluorescence, making this type of beautiful and dangerous flower seem even more beautiful.

Zhang Ping seemed to carry no emotions as he stood within this sea of Devil Eye Flowers, as if he became an ice-cold sculpture, as if the beautiful flower in front of him wasn’t any different from pure darkness.

Only when he waited until Lin Xi’s familiar figure slowly appeared from the darkness, making his way through the flowers, did endless complicated expressions appear in his eyes, endless indescribable emotions.

Lin Xi walked towards Zhang Ping.

In this sea of flowers rich with strong fragrance, the pollen flickering with fluorescence made him feel a type of misconception.

He felt as if he was walking through Summer Spirit Lakeside where fireflies flew about, as if this was the first time he met Zhang Ping and the other bumpkin students.

Only, he quickly noticed the black robes and the tall black hat filled with a demonic nature on Zhang Ping’s body, the scepter in his hand, saw the faint indigo blue color on Zhang Ping’s face. He knew that that year’s firefly filled Summer Spirit Lakeside...