As Falling Blossom Pavilion slowly drifted down, petals continuously fluttered from the air. They fell like rain, each a different color, their rich fragrance rushing to meet the nose.
More importantly, once these petals landed on the sand grains, they vanished without a trace like droplets sinking into a lake.
Then, the sand grains turned into soil in the span of a few breaths.
Tender green shoots poked out of the earth one after another, forming buds before blooming open in the blink of an eye.
By the time Falling Blossom Pavilion gently descended onto the desert, it was no longer Green Ghost Desert, but a sea of flowers where tens of millions of blossoms bloomed in splendor.
Fang Yuan restrained the Soul Beast Army and halted in place, watching quietly.
The doors of Falling Blossom Pavilion slowly opened, and three Gu Immortals walked out.
The one in front was Fang Anlei, a Rank 7 member of the Fang family. Her appearance was ordinary and her figure slightly plump, but her smile was warm, giving off a powerful sense of approachability.
Fang Yuan had long gathered intelligence and knew that this woman often acted as the Fang family's envoy, mediating with various forces and powerful individuals. She possessed abundant experience.
Beside Fang Anlei stood two Rank 6 Gu Immortals, both familiar faces.
The one on the left was handsome, with eyes like stars and a lively, unrestrained demeanor. He was Fang Yun. The one on the right bore a steady expression and had vaguely cultivated an air of calm composure. He was the Fang family's rising star—Fang Leng.
"Fang Anlei greets Immortal Friend."
"Fang Yun (Fang Leng) thanks Senior for the life-saving grace!"
The three Gu Immortals took several steps forward and all saluted Fang Yuan, their attitudes exceedingly polite.