Wuling asked, "Do you think I'm even worth getting angry over?"
The vibrant flowers that originally formed a beautiful sea of blossoms wilted for a moment. In the next second, as if parasitized by eerie monsters, they bared their fangs and claws. Had their roots not bound them to the soil, Fei Qingsu likely would have been swallowed whole by this boundless ocean of flowers.
Was it a crisis?
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