Autumn's golden harvest brought a refreshing coolness.
Near Baigan Village, the rice paddies stretched out in acres, shimmering with golden hues.
The crops were laden with fruit, and everywhere farmers rejoiced in the joy of a bountiful harvest.
Beneath the peach tree, Fang Xi looked up at the peaches, each one turning from green and unripe to a pale reddish-white, and silently calculated when he might finally eat them.
Although he was a great cultivator in the late Void Refinement stage, thinking about eating peaches here made him seem utterly idle.
But it did not matter.
As an immortal, Fang Xi had long grown accustomed to this sort of thing.
He was in no hurry to go out and stir up trouble. He simply waited in silence.
For instance, besides waiting for the peaches to ripen, he had gained something else at this time.
"Gan Yu pays his respects to you, sir!"
A young man entered from outside. His clothes had been washed until they had faded white, and his eye sockets were slightly sunken, as though he had not slept well in a very long time.
"Ah, Yu..."
Fang Xi greeted him. "If you had come a few days later, my peaches would have been overripe..."
Gan Yu looked up at the peach tree heavy with fruit, then gave a bitter smile and clasped his hands. He took three Daoist scriptures from his robes. "The books I borrowed from you are here. I have come to return them..."
During this period, Gan Yu had practically been studying as though his life depended on it.
Not only had he borrowed books from Fang Xi, he had also gone to the wealthy households nearby, helping them copy books while borrowing other volumes of the Daoist scriptures to read.
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