"Even if the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are destroyed, what good would it be to finally get that thing?!"
In the gentle breeze, Jiang Hui's voice slowly spread.
His voice wasn't loud, it was more like a murmur, but it was exceptionally deep and magnetic, like the ancient wind slowly blowing across mountains and plains, each word filled with the most rustic truths of Heaven and Earth.
On the vast field, with the mild wind carrying the unique fragrance of the Fire Mulberry Flower, it floated far away, turning the whole sky into a fluttering scattering of pink petals.
It was a fragrant scent that no words could describe, like a combination of roses and violets, refreshing yet intense and fiery, like a warm and welcoming girl, with gentle water-like eyes, melting everything in sight.
Fire Mulberry Flower, one either yearns for it intensely or dismisses it outright.