Zong Qianqun looked at the pot of peach blossoms in front of her, staring at them with a dazed expression, her eyes filled with a strange emotion.
Finally, at a certain moment, she couldn't help but reach out a hand, pinching the peach blossom with her fingers, and then discovered the texture was somewhat peculiar.
When she plucked a petal off the peach blossom, a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
"It's fake." Zong Qianqun wiped the sweat off her forehead, "These peach blossoms are actually fake, artificial. If I hadn't noticed these peach blossoms look the same every day, I really wouldn't have figured it out. The effect, both in texture and overall appearance, is astonishing!"
"I guess even the Sect Leader Senior Brother hasn't noticed this."
At this moment, Yuchi walked in, greeting with a smile before, under Zong Qianqun's curious gaze, he asked, "Qianqun, the weather is pretty nice today."
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