In a blink of an eye, it was noon the next day.
The illusionary image of the immortal peach had suddenly dissipated.
The last sliver of green on the longevity fruit turned a ripe rosy hue.
This signified that the fruit had thoroughly ripened.
The rich aroma of the fruit swiftly filled a several miles circumference, just a whiff of this scent-
Throats gulped, and eyes were ablaze in longing.
But seeing Jiang Yuan in the valley, put the fire in their hearts to an instant rest.
Jiang Yuan also reached the longevity fruit; a peach-like fruit hanging from a tree nearly ten feet tall.
He casually reached out and the fruit fell into his hand.
It was about the size of a fist, and the moment it landed in his hand, the fragrance became more pronounced, the body instinctually craving it.
A hundred years of life extension, symbolizing the powerful essence of life. To anyone, it was a rare treasure.
But for Jiang Yuan, this object was of little use.
