C4415 Fate

The flower was exceptionally light, and it continuously drifted about, giving Ye Feng the feeling that it could drift away at any time.

"Is this the Son of Fate?"

Ye Feng muttered in his heart. He was a little uncertain, but this flower was indeed very special. The gas that formed the flower gave him a familiar yet strange feeling.

"This is the Son of Fate. This flower is the Flower of Fate