Primrose

Alex took in the information about the second Prime Alchemist he had heard about and nodded. "I see," he said and continued on to the next plant where he picked some leaves.

"Are you still not interested?" the man asked, confused. He was sure he had given enough incentives to make an elder of a sect want to switch sects, and somehow Alex wasn't budging. He began wondering if Alex held some deep grudge against the Spring Grass sect that stopped him from joining them.

"Is there a reason why you don't want to join our sect, brother Dawnblade?" he asked, waiting for the worst possible answer.

"It's because he's already part of the Blue Silk sect," a voice spoke from far away.

Both Alex and the man turned around to find a beautiful woman standing far away in pink robes, with her hands crossed beneath her breasts. She looked at Alex with mixed emotions on her face.

"I didn't think you would join us," she said. "Not after what you did."