"Sixth elder! The sixth elder!"
"It's blooming again!"
On the precious tree peak of white jade City in Kun Lun, a little boy in a Daoist robe ran through the grass and trees on the path and came to the elegant Pavilion, shouting loudly.
Inside the pavilion, a few Daoist priests were talking to each other.
Sitting at the head of the table was a man with white hair and a beard, but he did not look old. His Daoist robe was of a different color from the others, and he was the center of the crowd.
"It's just that the immortal tree that hasn't changed for hundreds of years has bloomed under my careful cultivation in just a few years, what's the big deal?"
The man smiled as if he was reprimanding the boy. His tone was very gentle, and he added,"It's not like it's the first time."
