Mount Qingmang.
Inside the Daoist Temples of Lihua Valley.
Priest Zhai was awakened by wafts of floral fragrance.
"Strange, in this season everything should wither, why is there such a strong scent of flowers?" murmured Priest Zhai as he shuffled out of his room with his shoes half on.
When he stood in the courtyard, he was stunned by the sight before him.
Overnight, the withered pear trees on the mountains had sprung back to life with leaves and blossoms.
A gentle breeze swept through, causing the pear flowers to sway uncertainly, and the whole mountain resembled a sea of flowers, undulating beautifully and captivatingly.
Priest Zhai gaped in amazement.
What's going on?
This was the cold winter month of December when snow was about to close off the mountains.
How come the pear trees all bloomed at this time?
Last time Xue An came, although he also made the pear flowers bloom all over the mountain, that was done using a secret technique!
