Azure mists stretched for thousands of miles, the cloudy sky a vast, boundless expanse.
Atop Yunti Peak.
Seated on a bluish-white cushion radiating a faint, refreshing fragrance, Qi Xiu gazed upon a lush and flourishing Yunti garden.
The Yunti Spirit Fruit flowered every nine months, bore fruit every nine months, and ripened every nine months.
Every year, when they matured, the disciples of Yunti Peak were responsible for arranging manpower to harvest the Yunti, store them, and keep them for sale.
In the blink of an eye, he had been at the Shenxiao Sect for more than three months.
Although he was a new disciple, all the other disciples on Yunti Peak—save for Daoist Yunxiong—were currently traveling. Consequently, only Qi Xiu and Ge Ping remained on Yunti Peak.
Thus, the task of harvesting the Yunti naturally fell to them.
After briefly dividing the labor, Qi Xiu took responsibility for the five Yunti garden plots on the eastern slopes.
