"In that case, let me show you my skill, Junior Brother."
Zhen Yuanzi flicked his horsetail whisk and looked at the Mortal Dust Peach Tree, stepping lightly, a white cloud rose under his feet, and he headed towards the Mortal Dust Peach Tree.
The immortals looked on, only to see Zhen Yuanzi arrive at the side of the Mortal Dust Peach Tree, looking left and right, and finally selecting a peach he deemed fine.
He slowly reached out, touched the peach, then with a slight effort, he plucked it.
Afterward, Zhen Yuanzi held the Mortal Dust Peach and rode the cloud back to the edge of the clear pond, and said to Sun Wukong, "Picking the peach seemed no different from picking an ordinary peach."
"I've said it before, the Mortal Dust Peach can only be plucked by mortals or those who have an understanding of the mortal world," said Sun.
