Outside, Heyun Peak.
Having sat on the ground for a full seven days, during which they devoured dozens of fruit trees and chatted about decades of the past, the two true masters finally stood up.
True Master Jiang looked at the trembling lotus, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Sister, look, the fruit has been picked."
"..." True Master Feiyu gave him an annoyed glance but her face expressed concern, "If you approach with your Nascent Soul status, it will surely alert the treasure tree, even though..."
Before she could finish, clusters of white mycelium suddenly appeared beside True Master Jiang. They intertwined and eventually took the form of a white-haired young man.
This person had star-like eyes and sword-like eyebrows with a cinnabar mole dazzling between them. Even with his eyes closed in a seated position, he exuded an uninhibited and dashing charm.
