Two years later, a lotus seed rose from the bottom of the lake and floated in front of Zhen Yuan.
This lotus seed was grey.
It exuded an ancient breath and was a little incompatible with the surrounding aura.
However, it felt friendly and its appearance didn't disturb Zhen Yuan's meditation.
Time passed and before they knew it, it was nineteen years since Shen Xu and Zhen Yuan entered the Yunshan secret realm.
On this day, Shen Xu opened his eyes and looked at the lotus in front of him.
"Nine-colour lotus." He muttered and his lips curled in a brilliant smile.
From what he and Zhen Yuan learned, the lotus was the opportunity of the lake of solitude.
However, the colour and quality of lotus depended on the length of time spent on the lake and the quality of the meditative state.
Based on this, the one-colour lotus was the lowest quality while the nine-colour lotus was the best.
