"You two, come and look, this is the flower of Hell's Flower," Yang Wenxiao pointed at the table.
It wasn't the blooming season at that time, so the guards brought back dried flowers, but even from the dried flowers, one could sense the beauty of Hell's Flower.
"This flower, if it were in full bloom, would probably outshine all others," Yang Wenxiao remarked with sentiment.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai leaned in closer. She had seen poppy flowers on television, and they looked very similar to the Hell's Flower before her eyes, both being very beautiful.
Tong Sanlang also took a look and noticed something black and lumped next to it, so he asked, "What is this?"
"This is what forms after the juice of Hell's Flower solidifies and then is boiled down and refined, if taken over a long period, it can lead to addiction," Yang Wenxiao explained.
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai let out a long "oh," recognizing it as the legendary opium paste, a basic drug.