A blade of grass greeted the autumn dew, unfurling in the splendor of a flourishing age.
Within its spiritual awareness, it sensed the White-Clad One's plea. He was asking it to tell the people who had forgotten everything about him.
It felt a sense of closeness to the White-Clad One and wanted to help him. But it seemed a little bewildered, unsure how to speak.
So it could only manifest its memories of seeing the White-Clad One.
Yet when it turned, it discovered that a flower beside it was doing the same thing.
An ancient mountain peak remembered how Su Mo had played upon it all those years ago. Back then, it had been astonished for a good long while when it saw him!
It had never seen anyone in the world who could actually see it.
The White-Clad One had been peaceful, simply smiling at it.
Like an elder, it had watched everything the White-Clad One did in the world. But now, the world seemed to be forgetting him.
It should not have been this way. The people should not have forgotten him!
Hearing Su Mo's plea, the ancient mountain peak smiled kindly and used all its strength to manifest the Su Mo it had seen.
A peach tree on Peach Mountain at Desolate Demon Pass listened to Su Mo's call from before the Immortal Gate high in the void. Its young Divine Sense seemed to carry an attachment to the White-Clad One.
That year, Su Mo had planted it with his own hands, then tended it as it grew.
In its eyes, Su Mo was its father.
It had always looked up to Su Mo with affection, and it had witnessed many scenes of him.
It had seen Su Mo plant peach trees all around it.