"This five-colored holy flower belongs to me, don't even dare fight with me for it." Ziyue Bing claimed unyieldingly while pointing at the withered five-colored holy flower.
In terms of holy flowers, the five-colored holy flower was at the king level. Albeit it had now shriveled, but with some refinement, it could still significantly enhance a self-cultivator's overall spiritual energy.
Spiritual holy flowers were scarce in general, and therefore, were the love of all self-cultivators.
"Ziyue Bing, who are you to say that it belongs to you? I would say all finders would be its keepers, or rather, sharers," Gekuang Zhao jeered at Ziyue Bing's claim.
Gekuang Zhao was adamant about obtaining this five-colored holy flower. Hence, he was prepared to fight for it as well.