The plump, bright red Pan Peaches, each perfectly symmetrical, glistening and translucent, radiating a faint sheen, were irresistibly tempting. The green peach leaves adorned them, surrounded by a seeming ethereal aura, as if the air was filled with a dreamy atmosphere of the Immortal Realm.
Soon, the fragrance of the peaches would waft in, like flower scents infused into a clear stream, with the grass and trees immersed in this fragrance, emanating a mysterious sense of beauty.
Wang Sheng timely spoke up, saying: "These fruits are from a tree I accidentally came across, which I named the Pan Peach. This tree flowers once every three thousand years, bears fruit every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature, totalling nine thousand years, yet yields only nine fruits."
The Holy Emperors present managed to maintain their composure.
