Yang Yu's "Thorny Binding" spurs, compared to the rose branches controlled and unfolded by Meiyu. Rose, were truly minor by comparison.
Rolling on these thorns was certainly much better than being tangled in the Rose Jungle woven by Meiyu. Rose, and definitely less constricting than being throttled by Meiyu. Rose herself.
Standing up from the purple thorns, Yang Yu brushed the thorns off his body and said with a smile,
"If you want to say something, just say it directly, why all the fuss? So many people are watching."
Having grasped at nothing, Meiyu. Rose looked at her empty palm, seemingly surprised that Yang Yu had slipped through her fingers.
"You know what I want to say, don't you?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Meiyu. Rose spread her arms, and the surrounding Rose Jungle immediately surged to life. The delicate branches lunged at Yang Yu like venomous snakes with a will of their own.
