Honglei lifted the bouquet in his hand forward. Mu Yuan took a closer look and found that the edges of the flower stems and leaves were overcooked, curled, dry and burnt.
Mu Yuan glanced at Ling Yan, who nodded at him and handed the half of the purple gold gourd to Mu Yuan in the connected consciousness world.
[Li.]
[Okay, Master.]
Mu Yuan silently ordered Li in his heart. Purple mist slowly emerged from Mu Yuan's palm and gradually surrounded the bluebell flowers. After a while, the flower stems and leaves returned to normal.
A flash of blue fluorescence, Shu Lan stood in front of Mu Yuan, and just as she regained her human form, she wanted to bow to Mu Yuan.
Mu Yuan stopped him directly: "Shu Lan, you have just recovered, no need to be polite."
"Thank you for your help, General. The purple gold sacred object is indeed worthy of its reputation."
