The plum forest was unusually big. The winding paths of the forest led into a tranquil depth where the ground was sprinkled with the petals of the red plum flowers. When travelers walk past and trample on the leaves like dirt, one cannot help but feel a certain sense of cruelty.
Gu Xijiu held a petal in her hand and took a closer look. The petal was quivering on her palm, and thin streams of red dripped through the creases of her palm like blood.
She was surprised by the phenomenon. In her impression, plum flowers should not be flowing with liquid this red.
Just when she was about to take a closer look, a light breeze started to blow nearby, and Mu Feng appeared once again above a clump of plum flowers not far away from her.
This time he was dressed as himself. When he alighted in front of Gu Xijiu, she was shocked and took a step back. She exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
