C474 Lightning Nascent Soul!!(1)

A gust of wind blew past, and the white dress fluttered in the breeze. The fragrance of the flower petals drifted in the air. A female cultivator stood there gracefully. Her feet were lightly tapped, and she looked like a dragonfly tapping on water. She did not touch the pollen at all. She looked forward as the flowers danced in the air. Wherever her eyes went, flowers would bloom