Lost in thought, Lu Xuan followed his teacher, continuing toward the Daoist Palace.
The Daoist Palace was located in the very center of the mountaintop. In front of it grew a heaven-reaching peach tree, its branches lush with leaves, its green shade like a canopy. Plump, enormous peaches hung from its boughs.
As they passed under the tree, a perfectly ripe peach fell straight down, landing right on Lu Xuan's head.
"Ouch!"
He scratched his head, picked up the peach, and, unwilling to let it go to waste, wiped it on his sleeve and took a bite.
'So sweet!'
Beside him, Zhang Ling said with a smile:
"Junior Brother, this is quite a fateful encounter for you. The peach tree in front of Second Senior Uncle's Daoist Palace must be an extraordinary Immortal Peach Tree."
Old Master also paused briefly and turned back, just in time to see Lu Xuan finish the peach, leaving only the pit. The small pit was crystal clear, emitting a soft, precious glow.
