C1304 The Fragrance Assailed the Nostrils

But Wu Feng quickly snapped out of his initial shock and scoffed, "What's the big deal? It's merely a simulated peony. Keep in mind that Zhang Ming just created fifteen of them, over ten times the amount."

"He's practically insignificant."

Fong Ping and Shee Jiwen echoed the sentiment with their own sneers.

Yet, in the very next instant, the peony in Zhao Yu's hand began to morph