Phantom Orchid, demon world's strange grass. It lives for thirty years before producing one leaf, another thirty years to grow another leaf, and yet another thirty years to bloom a flower. The flowers are pitch-black as ink, the size of a copper coin. Though they are harmless, once touched, they will conjure phantom images on a person's face.,Most importantly, with insufficient talent, let alone cultivation, even the spirit is absent. He's simply a failure!,The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.。