Fortunately, no matter how long the river is, under Feng Ji's inner strength, the small boat moves with ease.
Up ahead is the Shenghua Valley, familiar to both her and Lin Xiaosu.
The red flowers and green trees on both banks seem to arrive earlier than the outside world.
The peach blossom on Zunzhu Peak is especially enchanting.
The two leave the boat and ascend, reaching the tree after a few leaps.
As the fragrance of peach blossoms wafts into the nostrils, another mysterious flower scent drifts from the cave. The wind blows and the clothes flutter, as a woman stands gracefully at the cave's entrance.
Hua Miaoyi.
Time flows like water, taking away youth and leaving behind frost on others, but on her, it only takes away dust, leaving spring forever.
"Lord Hua!" Lin Xiaosu bows.
