In the Desert Garden Winter Garden, after those few pine trees moved, a small path appeared ahead.
That path could only accommodate one person passing through, and it was lined with rows of plum trees, blossoming with pink and white plum flowers.
The journey was filled with flourishing, incomparably beautiful flowers.
However, Ye Lingyue did not consider this path to be just an ordinary flower path.
"This path looks a bit strange; I'll test it first," Feng Xun was about to stop her, but seeing Ye Lingyue's enthusiastic demeanor, he smiled and stood aside.
Ye Lingyue moved forward, and just as she stepped onto the path, she felt a chilly wind blow, and the colors of the pink and white petals on the plum trees suddenly changed, turning blood-red as if dripping with blood.
The pink sea of flowers suddenly became eerily enchanting.
The stout trunks of the trees shook, and immediately, countless petals fluttered down.
