She glanced up again at the Water Mirror, at the Spirit Root growing from her head.
She reached up and touched the flowers blooming on it.
"Nine flowers have bloomed already."
"The Spirit Root looks like it's grown a lot. If I keep on cultivating, am I going to end up with a literal potted plant on my head?" 'When the branches droop down, covered in all these blossoms, won't I look just like a potted plant?'
At this thought, she reached up and gently touched the flowers on her head. She could feel the touch, just as if they were a part of her own body.
Celeste Grant was certain she was a true Cultivator, not some plant that had come to life.
At this thought, she gently poked one of the leaves and couldn't help but murmur, "If I walk outside like this, I'd definitely turn a lot of heads."
