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Meng Fuyao dragged Shadow Blade towards the palace, passing by a flowerbed where the Shadow Blade had suddenly regained his conscious. He turned to look at the flowerbed and pushed Meng Fuyao away, struggling to make his way there. His legs suddenly lost energy, and he rolled straight into the flowerbed, crushing a section of flowers. He reached out his hand to pick something and kept it in his sleeve. Meng Fuyao followed behind him.

"If there's anything you want to pick just ask me, why do you have to pick it personally," she asked.

"Japanese knotweed and Snowgrass has to be dug out from its root. You might not pluck it out properly." Shadow Blade collapsed into the flowerbed to catch his breath.