A five-thousand-year-old Cassia Tree, I wonder if any laurel fruits have matured, Jun Moxiao muttered to himself.
"Brother Jun, the laurel fruits on this five-thousand-year-old Heavenly Moon Osmanthus Tree should not have been picked by those Cultivators yet. Let's hurry and check it out!" Lei Qinian said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Jun Moxiao nodded, and the two of them swiftly flew from the mountaintop towards the Heavenly Moon Osmanthus Tree, a large group of Monkeys trailing behind them. A hundred miles was a short distance for them and didn't take long to cover.
Once they drew closer, Jun Moxiao realized there were as many as forty to fifty Cultivators from various forces gathered around. Among them were several people from the Xuanyang Sect. These Disciples from the Xuanyang Sect had their backs to the Heavenly Moon Osmanthus Tree, facing the other Cultivators. Their faces were cold, and they seemed to harbor ill intentions.
