"This is..."
Zhang Xiaoman felt the sudden influx of information in his mind, and couldn’t help but fall into contemplation.
Just now, when his hand had just touched that crystal dew flower, he distinctly felt as if he heard so kind of voice.
In human language, it seed like a kind of lant, saying sothing like "so hot" "so hot".
No, more accurately speaking, it wasn’t really a sound.
Because it didn’t belong to any form of utterance, nor to any language.
Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t even find a suitable explanation for it.
Because he had never experienced anything like this before, nor had he ever heard of such a situation.
To put it bluntly, it felt like a piece of information, a need.
It was as if he sensed the ssage "It’s so hot now" through contact with the other party.
Perhaps it’s not very clear to put it this way, but looking at it from a different angle, it becos easier to understand.
It’s like in daily life, when we see sothing, we learn about its current state based on its condition.
In a dry desert, a wilting little flower would make one think it must be very hot now.
On a street troubled by strong winds, a swaying large tree would make one feel it must be in pain.
Even during monts of excessive sadness, a sudden downpour might make one feel that the sky is as sorrowful as they are.
This is information known based on the current situation, subject to change by one’s own thoughts, emotions, and other factors, dependent on the observer themselves.
Zhang Xiaoman’s current state is sowhat similar, but possesses a more definite objectivity.
On the surface, although the crystal dew flower seed withered, one couldn’t tell it was "hot".
If it were obvious at a glance, that girl Ifei would’ve already taken redial asures.
However, through physical contact, Zhang Xiaoman objectively sensed the flower’s "heat".
This wasn’t a linguistic expression, but direct information transmission, more accurate than the scenarios ntioned earlier.
Because the forr is subjective conjecture by a person, while the latter is the truth conveyed by the material itself.
At this mont, Zhang Xiaoman felt he sowhat understood the aning of "All-Knowing".
To put it plainly, he could indeed "talk" to plants now.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaoman knew that this skill’s effectiveness would grow stronger as he invested more evolution points into it.
Perhaps now he could only "talk" to plants, but who knows, maybe later he could use it to communicate with other objects, like stones, rainwater, breeze.
Or maybe even larger, like planets, oceans, stellar radiation, and such.
If that truly happened, calling this skill "All-Knowing" wouldn’t seem inappropriate.
"I see."
Zhang Xiaoman withdrew his hand, thinking to himself that coming to this garden was indeed the right choice.
He glanced at the other flowers around and decided to try again, to see if he could gather so other information.
"Thirsty!"
"Thirsty!"
"Thirsty!"
"..."
A series of "voices" resounded in his mind, felt as Zhang Xiaoman touched other flowers just now.
He found that not all flowers had sothing to express.
Only those flowers with needs conveyed corresponding information to him.
Zhang Xiaoman understood that it was likely because his skill evolution points weren’t enough.
Therefore, the information he could sense when touching objects wasn’t clear.
Only those flowers with strong needs could he hear clearly.
"Are you very hot? Let water you."
He approached the earlier crystal dew flower, attempting to transmit information through contact.
However, judging from its response, the ssage he delivered seed ineffective; it continued to shout about the heat.
He wondered whether it was due to his incorrect thod or insufficient skill level, anyhow, it kept shouting about the heat without any other indication.
Zhang Xiaoman tried several other flowers, and each ti the result was the sa.
"Ah! Lord Jixing! What are you doing here!"
At this mont, a startled voice sounded behind him, and without looking, Zhang Xiaoman knew it had to be Ifei, the chief steward he stationed on this planet.
Turning around, he saw Ifei in an all-white Alchemist’s outfit, walking into the garden with a watering can, looking at Zhang Xiaoman with a gaze mixing delight and a hint of vigilance.
"Lord Jixing! You’re here to pick my flowers again!"
Ifei’s small face puffed up like a baozi, as she quickly walked over, checking her treasured flowers in the garden.
Most people believed Zhang Xiaoman had left this world with the Undead clan, not to return anyti soon.
But only Ifei knew that this powerful Holy One possessed an unbelievable teleportation magic, allowing him to teleport between unknown distant locations at any ti.
In Ifei’s eyes, Zhang Xiaoman’s power was far beyond the Holy Rank.
He surely surpassed the Holy Rank, a truly divine-level existence.
In others’ eyes, the so-called long journey was like rely taking a stroll outside after dinner for Lord Jixing.
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