Several days later.
Led by Fate Dragon Betty, Xia Ping finally arrived at White Dragon City after a long journey.
Before them stood a magnificent white city, with towering walls and bustling streets. Countless dragons moved in and out of the city, making it extraordinarily lively.
From afar, the city resembled a white fairy-tale palace, radiating an extraordinary charm.
Fate Dragon Betty and the other young dragons cried out in amazement, their eyes wide. It seemed they had never seen such a bustling, prosperous city either, each of them looking like a country bumpkin.
"Hmm?!"
As Xia Ping was about to enter White Dragon City, his heart suddenly stirred. He sensed a spiritual transmission—Ye Mengyao seemed to have awakened from seclusion long ago and was searching for him.
With a swoosh, he immediately condensed a clone, entered the Mountain River Bead space, and arrived before Ye Mengyao.
Ye Mengyao, having consumed the Immortal Fruit, had fully recovered from her injuries. Even her mana had advanced by leaps and bounds, and she had astonishingly reached the peak of the mid-stage Immortal Realm.
Moreover, after some more time, she would likely be able to advance to the peak of the Immortal Realm. One could well imagine the energy contained within the Immortal Fruit—it was absolutely a wondrous fruit that countless people dreamed of obtaining.
"Looks like your injuries have recovered quite well."
Xia Ping nodded.
"It's all thanks to your Immortal Fruit. As expected of a heaven-and-earth wondrous fruit, the immortal energy it contains is simply unimaginable. If I had relied on bitter cultivation, I might not have reached such a realm even after ten million years."
Ye Mengyao sighed. "Yet merely eating one such fruit saved me so many years of arduous cultivation. It's truly inconceivable."
She now understood why Saints