Peach Blossom Valley was a name Wang Chen had given it himself.
He had once thought this place was unclaimed land. Never had he expected it to be a cemetery a Purple Mansion cultivator had established for his late wife.
In fact, if not for Changchun's instructions, Wang Chen would never have returned to this little valley.
The peach grove at the valley entrance was still budding and blooming, tens of thousands of peach blossoms smiling into the spring breeze. It was as though time had remained frozen more than half a month ago, without the slightest change!
Wang Chen took out the peachwood talisman Changchun had given him and activated it with mana.
As he stepped into the peach grove, the peach trees blocking his way silently parted to either side, revealing a path carpeted with rainbow-colored pebbles that wound deep into the valley.
Wang Chen followed the woodland path forward without encountering any obstruction.
The mountain breeze swept past, swaying the peach branches as countless petals drifted down in silence.
A few landed on him.
A hidden fragrance perfumed the air.
With every step, Wang Chen's heart gradually grew quiet and peaceful.
At that moment, a distant flute melody reached his ears, as though someone were recounting an ancient tale.
Following the sound, Wang Chen once again arrived in the depths of the valley.
Changchun, clad in a gray robe, sat upon a rock by the pool, holding a jade flute as he gazed at the waterfall before him.
Wang Chen respectfully bowed. "This disciple, Wang Chen, greets Elder."
Changchun put away his jade flute and flicked his sleeve. In a flash, he appeared before Wang Chen.
The Purple Mansion cultivator narrowed his long, slender eyes, swept a glance over Wang Chen, and nodded. "I'll give you one