On the cliff, the Heavenly Wind blew Yi Chen and Yuan Jun's robes fiercely, making them dance.
"Indeed, Xiao Lang, that middle-aged cultivator gives me a very close feeling."
"I feel he is..."
"The Human Emperor?" Yi Chen suddenly said with a smile.
"Eh, Xiao Lang, how did you know?" Yuan Jun exclaimed in astonishment.
"Hehe, I was just guessing blindly."
"Yuan Jun, if you're interested, see for yourself."
Yi Chen grinned and extended his finger, lightly touching Yuan Jun's forehead.
Like being touched by electricity, Yuan Jun's cultivation body trembled slightly, and soon, under the guidance of a peculiar force, her mind's blurred and sealed memories appeared one by one.
In this memory, she turned into a peach tree, an immortal peach brought back from an outer realm by the Human Emperor, naturally spiritual, planted by the Human Emperor himself.
