Kai Syaoran walked slowly as he thought, his steps measured as he pondered the profound insights of his newly structured technique. When he had put a few kilometres of dense forest terrain between himself and his former cultivation area, he abruptly came to a sudden halt, his eyes widening in sudden realization. Without a second thought, he pivoted on his heel and began sprinting back in the exact direction he had just come from, his boots kicking up damp leaves. In all the overwhelming excitement of creating the Ice Fantasy technique, he had entirely forgotten to harvest the original, pristine Ice Fantasy flower that he had spent six long months of his life cultivating with his own life essence. Although a single flower was a far cry from the thousands he desperately required to solve his mounting financial problems and sect obligations, it was still infinitely better than returning empty-handed.
