The maid born from a flowering branch was graceful and slender, and she led Jiang Yang down the mountain.
Had Jiang Yang not seen the True Person work her magic, he would truly have believed that the figure before him was a living person.
Looking around as he walked, Jiang Yang found that Fushu Peak did not actually seem particularly tall, yet the Spirit Vigor suffusing it was extraordinarily abundant. The entire peak seemed to rest upon a Spirit Vein, and with every step, he felt as though he might float into the air.
Still, this was a True Person's place of cultivation, so abundant Spirit Vigor was only to be expected. Jiang Yang even suspected that the Spirit Vigor on this peak might rank among the richest in all of Rain Xiang Mountain.
The entire mountain was lush and green, enjoying spring throughout the four seasons. No towers, halls, or pavilions stood upon it, and there were scarcely any signs of human alteration. It accorded with the ancient cultivators' ideal of unity between heaven and humanity, of the Dao following nature, and possessed a distinctly ancient charm.
As he walked, a fresh, rich fragrance rushed straight into his nose, clearing his sea of consciousness. Jiang Yang felt it was somehow familiar and looked toward its source.
A patch of shrubs happened to grow to the south, emerald green throughout, their branches spreading wide. Their leaves shimmered with a soft glow, releasing waves of delicate fragrance that drifted everywhere on the breeze.
Curious, Jiang Yang pointed and asked:
"What is that?"
The maid bowed at his question and replied:
"In answer to your question, young master, these are tea shrubs, spirit roots our lady planted herself in her early years. They are called [Dewglow Four Seasons Spring]."
"Oh..."
Understanding dawned