They quickly traversed through the dense forest, putting the first obstacle wholly behind them.
Suddenly, a cluster of pink flowers appeared. They weren't tall, but eye-catching, settled into a corner. Jingxing asked, "What're these flowers called?"
Yu Qing glanced at them, replying, "Plums."
"They are pretty."
"Not just pretty, they're incredibly beautiful. I have one planted in my courtyard, but it's not as dazzling as this one."
"The Demon Palace?"
"Of course, the Demon Palace. I'm especially fond of this flower. It resembles a peach blossom, but it's far more beautiful."
Ye Chen was unexpectedly captivated by a white scene before him. Initially, he thought it was snow on the mountainside. As he drew closer, he realized it wasn't snow but pear blossoms. A single tree might not be interesting, but the sight of countless pear blossoms blooming over the mountainside, blanketing it in a white flurry, was a sight only describable as an ocean of flowers.
