Within a silent valley, a heavily injured person covered with blood lay within a grassy area. There were also three strange humanoid creatures flying around him and shining colorful rays of light on him.
Zhao Fu slowly opened his eyes – the sunlight was quite bright, so he used his blood-stained hands to block out the rays of light.
Suddenly, the three humanoid creatures flying around him cried out and spoke in a strange language. Only then did Zhao Fu notice them.
They were about as big as a palm and looked like little girls. Their facial features were cute and delicate, and they wore clothes made from flower petals and had a pair of leaf-shaped transparent wings on their backs.
The only thing that was different among them was the flowers on their heads. One had a rose flower on her head and seemed quite lively; one had a lily flower on her head and seemed quite gentle and quiet; and the other had a peach blossom flower on her head and seemed quite shy.
“Flower Spirits?”