Zones of space

It took a few seconds before Yang Qing and the young lady could process all they had seen towards the end of their makeshift party.

"I knew he had to be powerful but this..." 

Yang Qing couldn't help but smile ruefully when his gaze fell on the crystal clear pond that let out an ethereal white glow that cleansed their souls.

The yin energy it released was one of the purest energies he had ever sensed. With the energy to support her, the parasitic purple flower spore sycamore tree was likely to reach unfathomable heights.

Even lesser dragon spirit veins rich in yin energy didn't have as much or as pure yin energy yet the middle-aged man easily plucked something that many would kill for so effortlessly out of thin air.

As for the azure pearlrose he had given the young lady, it was originally a low-tier monarch-grade artifact but whatever the middle-aged man had done to it had transformed it completely.