Within the grotto-heaven, the warm sun hung high.
It was early spring now, and a hundred flowers vied in beauty; among those hundred flowers, of course, the peach blossoms reigned supreme.
The enormous peachwood tree had almost lifted its branches up above the firmament. Every peach blossom bloomed with extreme splendor, and upon their stamens there was even a trace of spiritual radiance and Dao charm.
And at this moment, the peachwood's aura had impressively already reached the late fourth rank.
The Peachwood Spirit Shadow stepped out from within the spirit tree. It also looked toward the stone spirit shadow in the distance; the youth transformed from the latter was still sitting in meditation.
But when the youth saw the peachwood looking over, he immediately rose, cupped his hands respectfully, and headed toward a spirit mountain in the distance.
And as the youth flew down and landed, the spiritual energy throughout the entire grotto-heaven began to gather madly. In the end, it turned into a spiritual rain that pattered down over the spirit mountain.
The spiritual rain fell for a full quarter of an hour before vanishing without a trace.
"Stone spirit did well," the peachwood said impressively in the tone of a steward.
"I am still far from matching Lord Peachwood," the youth transformed from the stone spirit said again and again, not daring to claim any credit.
Of course, it actually wanted to say more polite courtesies, but it was not good at them, so it could only pick out some things the peachwood had once said and repeat them.
"There is a gap, yes, but not a large one. Toward Master, only by treating him with a true heart will the future achievements of you and me be higher..." The peachwood launched into a long speech, making