Feng Jun had obtained the green lotus from Xue Hongsheng's Storage Pouch. It could carry only a limited number of people, unlike the Light-Yin Shuttle, but Xuan De Heavenly Grotto was also part of the Daoist Order, and he did not want to bring out anything from the Jade Ruins.
Feng Tianyang's eyes lit up at once. "What an exquisite flying artifact. As expected, Feng Mountain Lord has deep reserves."
In truth, the distance from the mountainside to the summit was not far, only a little over three hundred meters. Riding the green lotus, they reached the top in the blink of an eye.
The mountain looked steep, but the summit was truly quite spacious, roughly... a hundred mu in size, or more than sixty thousand square meters.
Of course, that was only a rough estimate. The mountaintop was uneven, rising and falling in irregular contours. It was covered in shrubs and trees, but tea trees were the most numerous, numbering four to five hundred.
Feng Jun swept his gaze over the area twice and immediately made out the distribution of the tea trees. Clearly, the three trees surrounded by all the others were the legendary thousand-year-old tea trees.
The other tea trees stood quite far from those three, with even the nearest more than forty or fifty meters away.
In fact, there were not many tea trees within that forty- to fifty-meter range, only around a dozen. They looked quite old as well—if they were not a thousand years old, they had certainly lived for centuries, and several were clearly several hundred years old.
Only farther out from these tea trees were the comparatively younger ones, though a few of them were still nearly a century old.
How could a Daoist lineage passed down for over a thousand years