For ten thousand years, the Senseless Lotus had been floating in the Yellow Spring River and had never been picked. Although it seemed to be within reach, all those who approached it and attempted to pluck it were cursed by misfortune and died before they could come near it. Therefore, the Senseless Lotus had become synonymous with misfortune. No one ever thought it could be picked.
With a cracking sound, the lotus's stalk was broken. The sound was crisp and melodious, echoing through the air. At this moment, the surging Yellow Spring River became quiet, too quiet for everyone's comfort.
The audience watching the light screen was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Bu Fang. They were like the calm Yellow Spring River. On the surface, they looked extremely quiet, but inside, their hearts were roaring. Shock was all they had left in their hearts!
As for the Prison Overlords, their pupils had shrunk, and they no longer knew how to express their feelings.
