At the top of the floating mountain peak.

Yu Lingzhou and the other women were now surrounding a peculiar tree that was three zhang tall and golden all over. Dozens of exotic fruits were hanging from it, each shining like burning flames, emitting auspicious light and surrounded by purple qi. On the nearby hillside, there were also the bodies of many exotic beasts, indicating that they had just experienced a fierce battle.

Qi Yalan carefully plucked a fruit, checked it for any problems, and handed it to Qing Muling before turning to pick the second one.

Qing Muling took the exotic fruit but didn't eat it immediately. His gaze drifted towards the distant sky once again.