The passing of more than ten years is akin to the flow of light and shadows.
Xiaoba Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, the vast stretches of spirit-rich soil are warm and fertile, with the earth veins' golden qi circulating incessantly.
The Chen Clan members bend their bodies in labor, scattering spirit seeds with bits of spirit light flickering down into the soil, gradually nurturing the mystical spiritual qi.
Beside the spiritual garden halfway up the mountain, the scenery is elegant and serene.
Ah Shu is meticulously guiding several young clan members, tending to the only rare Clear Source Fruit Tree in the garden.
The tree's branches are lustrous, green leaves emitting light, with a few immature fruits faintly forming between the boughs, strands of crisp spirit qi wafting gently, refreshing the mind.
A clan member carefully lifts a hand, directing a thin wisp of spiritual power to brush over the leaves, then bows with respectful inquiry:
