Below Qingxia Main Peak, green waters wound around, full of vibrancy. Clusters of Maple Orchid trees swayed, adorned with white blossoms, their fragrance floating in the air.
A gentle breeze passed through the Maple Orchid trees; petals rustled down, dancing all around, crystal-clear like snowflakes, intensifying the aroma.
Streamwaters murmured, flowing through the Maple Orchid Forest, carrying fragrant petals toward the distance.
With the scent of flowers and birdsong, the scenery was like a painting. Near Qingxia Main Peak, all was bright and natural, yet the three Elders in the forest and the twenty-three disciples remained worried.
Ye Fan stood quietly in the Maple Orchid Forest. Crystal petals flew, and pieces of Maple Orchid blossoms surrounded him, filling the air with rich clarity. Being here, he felt increasingly attuned to the Dao Realm of emptiness.
After a long while, he turned around and said, "If what you say is true, there could indeed be some trouble."
