Blood stained a corner red, seeping into the pure white begonias. The petals swayed lightly in the dripping blood, gradually becoming soft, heavy, and finally scattered on the ground.
The Four-leaf Phoenix Tree didn't like the smell of these begonias. When they were tender, the pure white petals exuded a fresh fragrance, but as they matured, the petals turned red and gave off a faint hint of rust.
Even if he had already gotten used to this rusty smell.
...
On the way to the mountain palace, Zhou Zhao led the way in front, with Su Sui silently following behind.
His heart was in chaos; the situation with his companions was still unclear, and Su Sui behind him might attack at any moment. It could be said he was leading the way almost half-forced, half-compromising.
