Although four divine Flat Peach fruits had ripened this year, the prospects were still far from optimistic.
By custom, Jade Lake would keep one Flat Peach from each harvest, one would be offered as the prize for the martial contest, and one would be requested by the Fighting Battle Sacred Ape. That left only a single spare fruit.
The competition for this life-extending divine fruit would likely be even more brutal than in previous years.
"Merak Holy Son, could you let Grandmaster Ouyang down?"
"All who have come are guests. Everyone has attendants to receive them, and Jade Lake cannot exactly have the fellow Daoists of the four great source arts sects floating in the sky while watching the Flat Peach Grand Assembly."
Before taking their seats, Queen Mother of the West turned her gaze toward the Merak Holy Land delegation.
The tale of how the Merak Holy Son had crushed Ouyang Ye, a peak source arts grandmaster, with his source arts and hung this senior figure of the source arts world in the air for ten days and nights had long spread among the visiting guests.
The Jade Lake Mistress's seemingly sympathetic yet actually mocking plea immediately drew a burst of laughter.
"Since the Queen Mother has spoken, this junior naturally obeys."
Ye Fan cupped his hands, sending forth a dazzling spiritual light that darted beyond the palace gates.
The people of the four great source arts sects rose one after another with ugly expressions. After offering their apologies to the Jade Lake higher-ups, they slunk off to receive their own ancestor and never returned.
Speaking of which, Jade Lake had invited the five major powers of the source arts world.
The people of the four great source arts sects felt too ashamed to remain after the matter