The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
Yiyi wanted Lu Ye to see not the enchanting, wind-swayed sea of flowers, but rather the immensely large, bone-white structure standing amid the flowers, as if it were a thing cast from white jade.
Even with some mental preparation, when Lu Ye saw this thing, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
In that endless sea of purple and red flowers, this thing that seemed to be cast from white jade was particularly eye-catching.
A beehive, an enormously large beehive!
It stood like a huge palace at the very center of the valley.
A beehive of such magnitude was simply unheard of, and there were wasps about one to two feet in length flying to and fro in the boundless sea of flowers in that valley.
Seeing the size of these wasps and the variegated patterns on their bodies, the corners of Lu Ye's eyes uncontrollably twitched.