It was early September. There were still more than ten days left until the sect's mission.
Jiang Hao stood in front of the peach tree. The peaches had already grown, but they weren't ripe yet.
He plucked a fruit and tasted it. It was sour but with a tinge of sweetness.
'I feel that the fruits will be extraordinarily sweet when they ripen this time.'
With each incarnation, the taste of the peaches improved.
Jiang Hao activated his Daily Appraisal ability. He wanted to see how many spirit stones were needed this time.
