The moment Su Yu pushed open the door and stepped into Yang Zhen's private chambers, his expression instantly turned solemn.
An unprecedentedly vast life force permeated the air—rich, lustrous, and immense!
It was the same Wood Cyan Qi that Su Yu had once sensed from Zhen'Er's breath, but now it was so dense within the room that it was almost tangible.
His figure flickered, leaving behind a lightning-like afterimage as he instantly appeared before the bed.
He saw Zhen'Er sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, with streams of deep green Qi Flow, visible to the naked eye, coiling and pulsing around her like satin ribbons.
Beside the mahogany window lattice of her chambers stood a pot of Snow Spirit Flower. At that moment, its leaves merely absorbed a faint wisp of the drifting green energy and instantly began to sprout and unfurl wildly, even bursting forth with gorgeous, white jade-like blossoms in the blink of an eye.
