The Alchemy Association.
This was the highest mountain peak. The white clouds were leisurely and unchanging. Under the sky, it was as if one could reach out and grab the stars and the moon. The immortal crane flapped its wings and shuttled through the blue sky and white clouds. Finally, it stopped at this beautiful and beautiful place.
Beside the cliff, there was a welcoming pine tree. Its growth rings were densely packed. It had been through countless storms and snow. Its color was verdant, as if it was a treasure in the depths of the forest. It also carried the aura of time. It was as if the passing of time was just a snap of the fingers to it.
The most surprising thing was that there was an old man sitting cross-legged on the pine tree. Although the pine tree had gone through thousands of years, its branches and leaves were not thick. It would be somewhat difficult for it to bear the weight of a child much less an old man.
