Song Yun said to Zhao Yan, "You don't need to worry about anything else, you just need to hold the Nine-colored Flower in your mouth and transfer it to Yu Xue's mouth."
"Okay."
Zhao Yan nodded in agreement.
After explaining, Song Yun placed the glass bottle containing the Nine-colored Flower on the table and then opened it.
The moment the bottle was opened, a faint floral fragrance with a cool and refreshing aura wafted out from the glass bottle, making one feel invigorated.
"Wow, boss! What kind of flower is this? So magical?"
Zhao Yan's eyes lit up, exclaiming in surprise.
Song Yun was about to explain when he suddenly noticed that the Nine-colored Flower in the glass bottle was starting to wither from the edges of its petals.
"How could this happen?"
His expression changed, and without time to think, he grabbed the glass bottle and poured the Nine-colored Flower into Zhao Yan's mouth.
