"Save someone? Hell, you'd better save yourself first." Liu Zhenhan slowly reached out, his hand approaching the temple of the Diao Chan beauty. This beauty originally intended to avoid him, but Old Liu rudely grabbed her soft, smooth chin and plucked off the snow-white magic flower from the side of her ear.
This was an incredibly beautiful plant, a slender green vine as verdant as jade, smooth to the touch like fat, with a delicate and faintly fragrant golden-stamen white flower at its tip, and the vine's tail had numerous snow-white root tendrils, spotless and pure.
This was a "Perfumed Hyacinth."
It not only had a captivating floral scent, but also could transmit sounds through the petals and the vibrations in the air to all ears within a thousand yards, as if spoken directly to them.
Its capability to amplify sound doubles with every additional thousand years of its age. For now, it is still very young, with only the ability to synchronize the volume.
