Under the enormous canopy of the tree, the spirit field densely populated, were thousands of thriving Spiritual Medicines, emitting a rich and strange fragrance.
Nine enormous "suns," each ten yards across, hung in succession from the curving branches of the Peach Tree, moving from east to west. They looked like the legendary Fusang Sun, a magnificent spectacle.
The arrival of Zhao Sheng immediately alarmed the master of the secret mansion.
At the trunk of the Flat Peach Ancient Tree, the surface suddenly writhed and squeezed out a chubby old man with a ruddy complexion—it was none other than the Second Ancestor Zhao Qingbi.
"Haha! After more than thirty years, Qiong Tian, your cultivation has actually improved by a layer. Tsk tsk, truly remarkable!"
Zhao Qingbi slowly flew from the tree towards Zhao Sheng, took one look at him, and couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder, his eyes showing a hint of amazement.
