Over the course of a year, the western side of Dragon Abyss Island had transformed into a stretch of lush greenery. When a gentle breeze passed through the spirit fields, clusters of peculiar flowers swayed and fluttered like graceful birds dancing in the air. Their petals opened like the split tails of swallows, so vivid in their motion that they seemed ready to take flight at any moment.

These were the Divine Irises. 

A figure in white moved through the sea of blossoms while forming hand seals, using a specialized technique to harvest the flowers one by one. Every movement was slow and delicate, as if even the slightest roughness might damage a petal. By the time he finished moving through the patch, twelve fourth-tier Divine Irises rested in his basket, while the remaining flowers, still only at the second or third tier, were left untouched to mature further.

Sang Jinghe waited outside the spirit fields. Only when Luo Chen came along the path with the freshly harvested flowers did he step forward and bow. "Congratulations on the bountiful harve...