As far as he knew, a barren mountain landscape like this should not produce a flower that bloomed so well.

Something was obviously wrong.

“Hold your breath.

Don’t be affected by this flower,” Philip warned Aslan.

He was afraid that Aslan would be controlled by the flower due to his ignorance.

Aslan went on high alert and peered around cautiously.

“I’ll pick the flower and see what’s going on.” That flower was not a magical item that could be used as a medicinal ingredient.