“That exists in the lands of darkness??” Chu Xingran rubbed his eyes fiercely when he saw the docile black flower in Lu Yun’s hand and suddenly thought of something. “Wait, I know, she gave it to you!”

“Who gave it to me?” Lu Yun blinked.

“Whoever you came here for is the one who gave it to you. Keep it safe and don’t let anyone else see it.” Chu Xingran glanced at the scroll in Su Xiaoxiao’s hand.

It was inert.

“Mo Yi?” Lu Yun hummed with thought. “What’s the flower?”

“Don’t ask, you’ll know when the time is right,” Chu Xingran sighed. Somehow, Lu Yun read a trace of dejection on him.

“This flower…” Lu Yun carefully...