In the heart of the flower stood a pistil over five inches long.
The pistil had a head, shoulders, and a waist, though its legs weren't very distinct, as if a woman was standing in the center of the flower, singing.
"Little brother, look how beautiful she is!"
There was something odd about the Wine Gourd.
Li Banfeng glanced at it and continued to walk. "There's nothing good to look at, and the singing isn't that great either."
No matter how the Wine Gourd tried to persuade him, Li Banfeng refused to linger.
The singing abruptly stopped, and the pistil leaped out from the center of the flower, blocking Li Banfeng's path.
"Sir, please wait. You say my singing isn't very good, but what makes you say that?"
Anyone else would have been astonished that the pistil could leave the heart of the flower.
Li Banfeng wasn't surprised. He looked down at the pistil and earnestly replied, "If it's not good, it's not good. What more is there to say?"
