However, compared to the dazzling flower described in the rumors, the bloom before her seemed quite plain, hardly resembling something of any great significance.
Especially...
Zhuang Qingning eyed the slightly crooked stem of the flower and walked over with surprise. She crouched down to examine closely the blossoms supposedly formed by a propitious aura.
Grown in a rock crevice and nameless, its appearance unremarkable, it even appeared somewhat wilted now. Its roots were largely concealed by moss in the crevice.
And this moss...
Zhuang Qingning touched it and studied it carefully.
The moss lacked the sliminess of natural growth, it was somewhat dry. Her fingertips were coated with tiny fragments. The earth with the attached moss was also dry; it seemed like it was dug up and then refilled, so some moss was damaged and had died.
Could it be?
Zhuang Qingning furrowed her brows, plucked up her courage and reached out to the flower.