The Moon Saint said to Fang Chen and Ye Qingci, "Come on. Senior Bai Shuang and the others are busy right now. I'll show you around the rest of the Peach Garden!"
"Sorry for the trouble, Senior Mingyue!"
Fang Chen immediately gave the Moon Saint a slight bow.
The Moon Saint smiled at Fang Chen. "There's no need to be so polite, Fellow Daoist Fang Chen. You've helped our Yaochi Holy Land resolve a major crisis!"
Fang Chen smiled, took Ye Qingci's hand, and followed the Moon Saint through the Peach Garden.
A little while later, they ran into Saint Bai Shuang and the others again. They were picking peaches and placing them in a bamboo basket woven from a special kind of bamboo. It could hold a great many peaches.
The peach pickers all wore gloves as thin as cicada wings, engraved with many mysterious Runes.
Saint Bai Shuang stood nearby, leaning on her cane and watching.
The pickers were extremely careful, not because they feared breaking the branches, but because they feared the branches might injure them. After all, the branches of these Peach Trees were so tough that even a Quasi-Saint would struggle to sever one.
The edges of the Peach Tree leaves had sharp serrations like blades of grass. One careless touch could leave a cut.
Ye Qingci and Fang Chen both found the peach picking fascinating, so they stopped to watch Saint Bai Shuang and the others.
Saint Bai Shuang had not expected to run into them again. She gave Fang Chen and Ye Qingci a slight nod, then turned back to watch the pickers.
After Fang Chen and Ye Qingci had watched for a while, the Moon Saint said, "Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, how about I take you to see the Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Garden?"