Lingyun stood near the window and watched as someone use fire wrongly.
That was the first problem. And yes, there was definitively a way to use fire the wrong way. He would know. He was the expert.
The second problem was that the fire was being used against something that belonged to Rouxi, which meant that whoever had started it had already volunteered to become fertilizer. The only real question was whether Lingyun should burn the person first and scatter the ashes himself, or whether the jungle would prefer something wetter and more nutrient-dense.
He was leaning toward the second option.
Tropical plants needed nitrogen, didn't they?
Or was that roses?
Either way, he could grow some roses if that was what Rouxi wanted.
Rouxi's relationship with plants was simple. If a plant killed zombies, dropped crystal cores, or otherwise made itself useful, it got to stay. If it didn't, then it was removed... roots and all... until it could prove its usefulness.
