"If anyone can resurrect this withered wood and bring it to life, they may board the ship, and the Fairy will receive them with due ceremony."
The maid carefully placed the flower pot on the table, her pleasant voice resonating with infinite allure, tempting one to try immediately.
But...
Qin Yu frowned slightly. The flower pot was exquisite and light, seemingly ordinary, while the branch inserted was covered with dried cracks, evidently long lifeless.
It's merely a piece of withered wood.
"What difficulty is there? This King once acquired a jug of ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Spring from a Secret Realm. Just a drop can make iron trees blossom. Reviving mere withered wood should be a cinch."
As soon as the words fell, a cheerful laugh echoed.
Qin Yu found the voice familiar, looked closely, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
The figure was none other than the renowned King of Thunder!
