Outside Peach Blossom Haven, snow whirled through the air, while within lay a world of its own. As people walked through that Peach Blossom Grove, they would feel the peach trees growing ever taller, until every peach blossom on the branches became larger than a human face.
Nor was this an illusion. Anyone who entered the Peach Blossom Grove would begin shrinking of their own accord, until they were small enough to pass through that battered "wooden gate."
For this had once been the cultivation grounds of a Peach Immortal, back in the age three hundred years ago, when myths had not yet vanished.
That battered "wooden gate" had also been left behind by that Peach Immortal.
Though it looked utterly dilapidated, even sword cultivators could not cleave it apart. Only after several consecutive strikes could they leave a sword mark upon the battered "wooden gate."
Thus, over time, a peculiar rule for entering came into being.
Before entering Peach Blossom Haven, one first had to give that battered "wooden gate" a hit.
Though this was Tan Shuchang's first visit, Sword Young Master had already told him quite a bit about Peach Blossom Haven on the way here.
Among those things was this somewhat strange rule for entering.
Strange as it was, however, it suited Tan Shuchang perfectly at this moment.
Tan Shuchang stopped and looked toward the two youths. After deliberately letting his gaze linger on the Three Plum Mountain disciple for a moment, he lifted a hand and pointed.
There was no strange phenomenon, nor any great commotion, yet a tiny gap instantly appeared in the battered "wooden gate."
The battered "wooden gate" was grayish white all over. Once the gap appeared, Tan Shuchang discovered that he could see some of the scene inside through it.
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