Jiang Yang returned to his little Courtyard and sat down.
"Qingyu Mountain Blessed Land..."
Jiang Yang was not nervous about his imminent journey to the Blessed Land. He was simply eager to learn more.
As always, when in doubt, he could ask Bai Tang.
"Senior Bai, you heard all that just now, didn't you? Do you have any advice for me?"
Though Bai Tang had not said a word throughout, Jiang Yang knew nothing that happened could escape her notice.
Sure enough, Bai Tang immediately replied:
"I haven't the slightest recollection of this Blessed Land, so there's nothing I can teach you."
"What is there to worry about? Take one step at a time and adapt as things come."
That said, having no recollection of Qingyu Mountain Blessed Land did not mean she remembered nothing about Blessed Lands.
Perhaps I met my end in a Grotto-Heaven or Blessed Land.
Among the few fragments Bai Tang had recovered were scenes of Grotto-Heavens and Blessed Lands falling. Even without deliberately recalling them, they remained vivid in her mind.
"All right."
Having gained no useful information, Jiang Yang was not disappointed.
He lowered his head and turned the Peach Talisman over in his fingers, examining it from every angle, but found nothing miraculous about it. It looked like ordinary wood.
Could a divine treasure be concealing its own radiance?
That was the only guess he could make.
If there was anything truly unusual about it, it was that Jiang Yang had never seen anything related to peach trees anywhere, whether blossoms or wood.
From Morning Rain Peak to Fushu Peak, every mountain was lush and green, with trees filling the eye in endless profusion. Jiang Yang had seen plenty, from ordinary pines and cypresses to rare elm Spirit Roots, yet not a single