His heart was filled with an indescribable mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Excitement because the Willow God did not rebuke him and would genuinely grant him a gift of hope.
Apprehension because he feared this hope would ultimately fail to solve his problems.
Regardless, he had made it this far, and this felt like his greatest chance at hope.
"This is a flower mediated by the reincarnation grass, possessing a trace of the power of reincarnation. Put it in cauldron water until the whole flower melts then consume it. As for the result, you'll have to experience it yourself when the time comes," Jiang Hui spoke, his voice echoing profoundly from the mountaintop.
The moment his voice subsided, a brilliantly multi-colored flower fell gently before the broad sword man, hovering in mid-air.
"Thank you, Willow God, thank you, Willow God!"