A delicate, vibrant peony bloomed in Fang Yi's palm.
Just moments before, there had been nothing there, yet now a flower was in full bloom!
Even Zhu Daxian and Xiao Li could faintly smell the peony's fragrance, somewhat like a rose, a delicate scent they couldn't quite describe.
This transformation from nothing to something was astonishing.
Zhu Daxian was completely mesmerized, frozen in place for a moment.
Xiao Li was startled, her gaze towards Fang Yi changing, becoming curious, as if pondering how the peony had materialized.
After thinking for three or four seconds, she seemed to realize something, snapping out of her reverie, and blinked, asking, "Are you performing magic?"
"Magic?" Fang Yi chuckled, shaking his head slightly and sighing, "Mortal eyes cannot recognize my superna
