Immortal Peach Orchard!
Zhao Feng furrowed her brows as she gazed at the Immortal Peach Orchard before her, her expression extremely grim.
Although the orchard was still filled with peach trees, each carrying countless peaches.
The fragrance was overwhelming, resembling an ethereal realm.
Yet, Zhao Feng knew the true core.
The peaches now were not like the peaches of the past.
Even though she cultivated them with Breath Soil and heavenly materials and earthly treasures for nurturing spirit roots, they ultimately could not compare to the real immortal peach spirit roots.
Because there was no original peach mother tree, all these were grown from peach pits.
The effect of the peaches would certainly be greatly reduced.
"Damn wretched demon."
Zhao Feng cursed coldly, filled with hatred.
But for now.
She had no other choice.
One year later, when the Peach Festival begins, she could only brace herself and present these defective peaches.
On the other hand.
