On the verge of widowhood

The old Bai Qing blushed and hurriedly turned his face away to change the topic, pointing to the pale green fleshy "spring" that was as tall as a tree: "That...is that spring grass?"

Bai Zi clasped his hand and looked in the direction he was pointing: "Well, the leaf next to it looks like a piece of kelp, and the overall shape is like a heart, which is the egg of a giant phoenix."

A man and a demon interlocked their fingers and walked from the path to the inside of the clan.

Along the way, there are grotesque and colorful succulent plants, some of which far exceed the usual form in the human world. All the "flowers, plants and trees" here are succulents.

Seeing such a long journey, Bai Qing was a little puzzled: "Is there no one in the clan land?"

Bai Zi smiled slightly: "We haven't reached the gate of the clan land yet."

"..."