"This is the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Flower!"
Normally composed, Bertha was momentarily speechless.
No wonder it seemed familiar—Bertha had seen an illustration of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Flower, but never the real thing. That's why she didn't recognize it at first.
Basil Jaak, on the other hand, was utterly dumbstruck. Whether in reality or in books, Basil had never encountered it before.
Nonetheless, he could tell—the sheer abundance of Spiritual Qi emanating from this flower, coupled with its ability to thrive in such harsh conditions, made it anything but ordinary.
"Haha! This is what they call 'search high and low to no avail, only to stumble upon it by chance.' Haha, the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Flower—who would've thought we'd find it here? Absolute luck!" Basil burst into laughter. He was already prepared to return to Immortal City empty-handed, yet here was this miraculous discovery falling into his lap. Of course, he couldn't contain his excitement.
