Ye Xiaofan followed Luo Qingchen's gaze to that part of the world, and in an instant, he was dazed, slightly distracted.
But in the courtyard among the pavilions and towers, above the small bridges and flowing water, Spiritual Qi swirled, and celestial charm rose into the sky, as if casting that part of the world in an unreal light.
And in the center surrounded by the stream, a cluster of flowering gardens bloomed, a riot of colors, an intoxicating beauty, with a large peach tree in full bloom almost blocking all sight, petals endlessly drifting down.
This is more than just a perilous place on earth; it's practically a celestial abode within a perilous place.
But what entranced Ye Xiaofan was not this breathtaking scenery, but the figure meditating under the peach tree. Seemingly to match the scene, today, Luo Qingxian wore a pink dress, with a tea table spread out in front of her covered with tea sets.
