Nightfall.
Moonlight spilled down, a brilliant silver radiance, washing over the cliff.
Above the cliff, the rushing waterfall shimmered and glowed, as dazzling as the Milky Way.
In contrast, tendrils of smoke rose from a fire in the distance.
It was Fang Yang and Sen Hui, tending to a bonfire.
"The view here is so beautiful," Sen Hui said, her eyes shimmering.
Then, she turned to Fang Yang and said with a gentle smile, "But I still don't think it compares to the moment the Silverflower Firetree blooms."
The Silverflower Firetree...
Hearing Sen Hui suddenly mention this Spirit Plant, Fang Yang felt a sense of daze.
'Has it really been almost ten years since the Xuan-Yu War?'
"You're right, but more than that, it's because of your own dedication," Fang Yang said, snapping out of his thoughts and nodding.
An ordinary Silverflower Firetree is just a Tier Three Spiritual Object.
The one he had given Sen Hui back then was just like that.
