"Sure." Ming Guan said, his voice brief and casual, giving his consent.
"Thank you, your majesty." Naihua turned back and started walking towards the exit, her movements quick and eager, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
The immortal of medicine Changming was examining the flower that Naihua had brought, his eyes focused and curious, looking for any signs of damage or decay.
"Wait, fairy Naihua." He stood up from the cushion where he was sitting, his voice loud and urgent, calling her to stop.
Naihua stopped and faced him, her expression annoyed and impatient. "Now what?" She uttered to herself, wondering what he wanted from her.
"The flower you brought...." Changming began, his voice hesitant and cautious, trying to find the right words.