"This is..."
Zhang Xiaoman felt the sudden influx of information in his mind, and couldn't help but fall into contemplation.
Just now, when his hand had just touched that crystal dew flower, he distinctly felt as if he heard some kind of voice.
In human language, it seemed like a kind of lament, saying something like "so hot" "so hot".
No, more accurately speaking, it wasn't really a sound.
Because it didn't belong to any form of utterance, nor to any language.
Zhang Xiaoman couldn't even find a suitable explanation for it.
Because he had never experienced anything like this before, nor had he ever heard of such a situation.
To put it bluntly, it felt like a piece of information, a need.
It was as if he sensed the message "It's so hot now" through contact with the other party.
Perhaps it's not very clear to put it this way, but looking at it from a different angle, it becomes easier to understand.
