Qian Yixiu vividly remembered that two years ago, one night, her soul had once again drifted into Zhang Zhongkun's study, the Moon-viewing Pavilion. Zhang Zhongkun was teaching his son, Zhang Yang, about medicine, and they came upon the topic of Serpent Vine Chrysanthemum. He stood up, approached the bookcase, and opened a secret compartment to take out a stack of yellowing manuscripts for Zhang Yang to see. According to the records, Serpent Vine Chrysanthemum blooms only once every five years, in June, with petals as thin as silk and colors as bright as the morning glow... It grows on uninhabited cliffs or high mountains. Where there is Serpent Vine Chrysanthemum, there will be a White Snake guarding it. If such a flower truly exists in this world, obtaining it would be harder than ascending to the heavens; it requires destiny...
Hovering above the beams of his house, Qian Yixiu was overjoyed and immediately floated out, heading straight for Shixi Mountain.
