Pink and white peach blossom petals danced lightly, falling on the woman's long black hair, and rested between the pale green hem of her dress.
An ethereal immortal shadow, full of beauty and charm.
"Let's go, we shouldn't keep Master Qing waiting," Li Jing said.
"Let's go." The group wrapped the wind around their feet, no longer climbing the steps, and flew towards the edge of the cliff.
This place was located to the southeast of the Seven Treasures Temple, outside the courtyard wall.
Near the cliff was a large open space, with stone tables and chairs standing on it, and only one giant Wind Peach Tree stood there, acting as a significant landmark.
If viewed from the foot of the mountain, this Wind Peach Tree seemed to be blooming in the sky.
Yang Qingqing stood with her hands behind her back, watching her flying disciples, and said, "Better than I imagined."
"Thank you, Master Qing," Li Mengnan said sweetly, feeling blissful inside.
