Time flies, a month whisks by.
Mirror Moon Lake.
In the medicinal fields area, beneath the most central rank two Spirit Peach Tree.
Ruan Xingling, clad in a pink palace dress, caressed the branches of the peach tree, which were as intricate as Qiu Dragons, her expression one of reminiscence, of nostalgia...
On the twigs of the Spirit Peach Tree, there still hung a few unripe green peaches.
"I remember... these peaches bear fruit every three years, and they are exceedingly sweet. Regrettably, father wouldn't let me eat more, saying they should be saved for the children who would lay the foundation in the future. These peaches contain gentle spiritual energy, absolutely free of pill toxins, making them an unparalleled treasure for foundation establishment... When the Lu rebel staged his rebellion, father could easily have destroyed this tree, yet he truly couldn't bring himself to do it..."
