Zhao Rong placed the flower-picking Divine Artifact on the ground and opened the storage pouch attached to it. The moment he did, an unforgettable fragrance wafted out. It was different from the scent of the Snow Lotus—an indescribable and utterly magnificent aroma.
When Xue Lianmei saw that Zhao Rong had picked every last one of the owner's Heavenly Mountain Magnolias, she wiped the sweat from her brow. "Brother Zhao Rong, that was a bit much, wasn't it?" she said. "The owner asked you to pick some flowers, but you've completely cleared him out..."
Zhao Rong replied sheepishly, "I had no idea! These divine artifacts they sell online are just too powerful. If I'd known this thing was so ridiculously effective, I wouldn't have bought it. I would've just gone down and picked a dozen by hand."
With that, Zhao Rong helped the fallen owner to his feet and presented all the flowers to him. "Sir, I only need twenty. Please, take the rest of these Heavenly Mountain Magnolias back."
