"The tree is taller than before," Ji Ziling exclaimed, her small face full of admiration.
"Worthy is the Sect Leader," Jia Yulan gaped, her respect for Ye Feng flowing as endlessly as a river.
"We're too young; we completely missed this blunder in the levels of life," Yan Ruyu sighed, realizing her shortcomings.
At this moment, the ancestral Pan Peach Tree began to bear fruit.
Those 999 flowers yielded only 300 mature Great Pan Peaches, each the size of a bowl, looking full and shiny, mouthwatering.
"Wow!"
"I really want to eat it!"
"Sect Leader, could we..."
Ji Ziling, Yan Ruyu, and Jia Yulan spoke almost simultaneously, eyeing the fresh and plump Great Pan Peaches, really wanting to pick them immediately and take a big bite.
"Not yet," Ye Feng shook his head.
