Tiers upon tiers of resplendent buildings, never-ending;
Step by step, entering the Pearl Palace, dazzlingly radiating;
Slanting Moon Three Star Cave.
A place usually for disciples to practice in the spacious square.
At this moment, it is lively and bustling.
A group of disciples in grey robes are gathered around, watching the hardened stone slab on the ground, where a pine tree has unexpectedly grown out of thin air.
The green pine before them truly is:
Constantly filled with a foggy aura, stretching straight up to touch the clouds, revealing its dignified form.
Not a hint of the demon monkey to be seen, only branches that endure frost, bearing the weight of snow.
The pine tree in sight looks no different from the resolute cypress trees around the square, feeling like it was naturally born and raised.
However, in the next moment,
A voice was heard from the pine tree, "My fellow disciples, doesn't this pine tree...look like the real thing?"
