Wei Ji stepped outside and slid the door shut behind him with a soft click.
Morning air washed over him—cool, crisp, carrying the faint scent of flowers.
He rolled up his sleeves.
"Alright… let's start with something simple."
He walked into the courtyard.
And immediately regretted it.
Because the flowers—the ones Shaohua casually tended every day—were not normal flowers at all.
They were blooming wildly. Inhumanly.
Petals shimmered faintly with multicolored sheen, like spiritual light had condensed into physical form. The vines wrapped around the stone lanterns, curled along the walkway, and sprouted in places they absolutely shouldn't.
Wei Ji sighed.
"…These damn things again."
He crouched to pluck one.
ZRT—!
A jolt of minor spiritual force sparked at his fingertips, making him jerk back.
"Ah—!? Seriously!?"
The flower trembled, puffed up like an offended cat, and released a tiny burst of spiritual pollen right into his face.
Cough—! cough—!!
