A few green plants adorn the perimeter of the grand hall.
A lantern hangs from the ceiling, radiating gentle light that spills into every corner of the hall.
Inside the hall, calming incense is burned, arranged with meticulous precision, its pure fragrance wafting in the air.
For Wang Sheng, this is ordinary, but to a common person, it might incite an immediate enlightenment.
In the backyard of the hall, swirling clouds and mist rise like a scene out of the Immortal Realm, celestial energy permeates the area, while a spirit spring built from piles of giant stones flows with cool and sweet water, colorful fish swim within; like flowing clouds and water.
Wang Sheng glanced and felt something was amiss.
With a thought, the two trees originally from Qingshan Holy Land were instantly transplanted to the backyard.
The two trees: one a plum tree, the other a peach tree.
These were planted when he lingered in the Three and Four Realms, using the Planting Skill to sow fruit trees.
