Chapter 449: A Gift of Spiritual Fruits
“Crunch.” The Daoist took a small bite of the spiritual fruit, savoring it as he walked.
“Crunch.” Behind him, the little girl mirrored his movements almost exactly.
No one knew what this fruit had originally been before it absorbed the rich spiritual energy of the mountain. It carried a fragrant aroma that filled the air, but in truth, its sweetness was mild. However, it was extremely juicy, with a crisp texture that made it incredibly refreshing.
A single bite broke off effortlessly, and in the mouth, it melted into pure nectar without the need for much chewing.
Song You ate only one before stopping.
For him, it was merely a taste—something to quench his thirst and fill his stomach a little.
One tall, one small, the two figures did not descend the mountain. Instead, they continued their ascent to the very peak of Qiong Mountain, finally stopping at the sheer cliffs of Tianmen Rock.
They had reached the mountain’s foot in the mid-afternoon—now, dusk was approaching.
Yet the sun had not yet sunk behind the western hills. The stratus clouds in the sky stretched hundreds of li, their layers broken by scattered openings.
Through these gaps in the clouds, the sunlight cascaded down in golden beams, as if descending straight from the Heavenly Palace into the mortal world.
Below lay the Qingnu River, emerald-green like a jade belt.