In the momentary gap it took Yang Qing to register what he had been asked and why Tang Xiadan had suddenly brought up the matter of the Treasure Coin Palace, Tang Xiadan gently pulled at the Soulfrost Sequoia on his chest, which, from the gentlest of tugs, popped out like a bead of sweat dripping from skin.
Tang Xiadan couldn't help but smile wryly at how easily the flower had dislodged itself. Had he dared try that before the flower had its fill of Yang Qing's flame, it wouldn't have budged an inch even with every ounce of his strength behind it. And if it had moved at all, it would not have been with anything close to the ease he felt now. The pain alone would have been so unimaginable that he'd likely have passed out before a single root of the Soulfrost Sequoia left his body, to say nothing of the damage it would have caused.
