The night was deep.
The sky was covered with some dark clouds, obscuring the stars and the moon.
The Ancient Immortal Arena was such an enormous chasm that when standing at the edge and looking downwards, one could only see the tiny figure on the brightly lit stage below, where Su Yaoyao stood.
Su Yaoyao could be seen standing by a pile of Gray Shadow Flowers that wouldn't bloom, her hands in a pleading gesture, muttering to herself, saying something unknown.
"It's not so fast... Even if the genes are reverted, these Immortal Grasses, wanting to bloom, wanting to bear fruit, wanting to be used as seeds, also need a process.
"Begging here isn't as good as watering the Immortal Grasses more to help them grow again."
