Despite pulling out the plum blossom, some tentacle-like strings were still connected at the end of it that led back into Fu Wei's forehead.
It looked like a parasite more than a Divine object.
The orange petal in Xi Shen’s right palm released a light that encapsulated the plum blossom and the tentacles then began to shrivel up before they wilted away leaving it whole in his palm.
Immediately after this happened, Fu Wei’s twisted expression faded and a light that had long disappeared seemed to reappear in his eyes once again.
Fu Wei blinked a few times looking like he just woke up from a long dream.
Looking around, his expression turned to confusion as he wondered where he was. His eyes landed on Xi Shen and his confusion increased.
“Little Shen, is that you?”
Hearing this question, Xi Shen felt a bit bad in his heart.