Clan Genocide!

Baby tiger, zoysia, red crystal, bird eggs, honey… Hentian Ning was confused at the sight of such random stuff in front of Fang Xing, and she didn't know what he intended to do. How could these things be used to perform a magic trick? She asked about one after another, but Fang Xing didn't answer; he only sat down, took out and swallowed a lotus seed, and then began quietly meditating—as though waiting for something.