Six people looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
"Once brothers, brothers for life!"
Following that, the six of them approached the two Red Flame Flowers. The white python was dead; the flowers now belonged to them.
As they approached the Red Flame Flowers, they found they were the same color as the blazing fire, and the closer they got, the more they could sense the fragrance in the air. This fragrance made everyone feel refreshed and clear-headed.
Perhaps it was this very aroma that the white python breathed in every night that endowed it with such divine power.
Chen Long's Treasure-hunting Mouse was happily running around the two Red Flame Flowers, jumping and hopping with joy.
While it hopped, it kept its gaze on Chen Long, its eyes brimming with a plea.
Chen Long shook his head, indicating that the Treasure-hunting Mouse couldn't consider the Red Flame Flowers its target.