Feng Sang said, "I didn't say that she couldn't do it."
Dugu Yamo said, "That's right. We were just worried…"
Feng Sang and Dugu Yamo looked at each other. Feng Wu had saved their skin at the last moment twice already, and they had no reason to doubt her anymore.
"Now, let's go to the next floor. We'll live once we get all the way up to the seventh floor!" Feng Xun was quite excited.
Feng Wu was about to throw away the flower, but -
"Hey? What are you doing?!"
The fairy stared at Feng Wu and snapped, "That's good stuff! How can you throw it away?!"
Feng Wu was confused. "Isn't it a mutated flower?"
The fairy asked, "What do you think of the abnormal flame?"
Feng Wu said, "Good, of course."
The fairy asked, "What about a mutated flower?"
Feng Wu said, "Are you saying that it's useful?"
"Do you know how that old tree procreates?" asked the fairy.
"How?"
"It doesn't have any seeds! It uses flowers!
