"Let's go, and take a look inside."
After Han Zhan returned, he had evidently become the backbone for all the contracted spirits.
Under his leadership, everyone entered the Peach Garden.
Through the ethereal mist, a lush peach orchard came into view.
The peach trees stood tall and upright, their branches lush with leaves, each one exuding a faint immortal energy, as if they were the crystallization of spiritual energy in the world.
Peach blossoms were in full bloom on them, a garden full of spring colors, the pink and white petals dazzling like clouds under the sunlight, emitting a faint fragrance.
Between the petals, golden stamens adorned the scene, adding a touch of vitality.
With the gentle breeze blowing, the peach blossoms swayed lightly, like fairies scattering flowers, a breathtaking sight.
Han Zhan's attention wasn't caught by these petals; he looked past the peripheral peach trees, gazing deeper in.
