The days passed one by one, and soon, Peach Blossom Mountain was about to enter winter.

Then, one morning, a loud shout came from the Immortal's room.

Shen Bozhou, who had just returned from meditating on the platform, was about to head to the kitchen to make breakfast. Hearing his master's call, he didn't even have time to change his clothes and strode over quickly.

"What happened..."