Chapter 482
- Sullivan led them in, inch by inch toward the blossoms. The Ten-Thousand Rot Flower bloomed a deep, inky purple, and a faint, sour rot clung to its petals.
- Chen Xu reached out, trying to pluck one, but felt a soft pushback, like the flower had a mind of its own.
- Sullivan stopped him. He pulled a pair of gloves from his storage space, slid them on, drew up his spiritual energy, and reached out again.