Before long, Tao Qian once again saw his own Immortal Island enshrouded in the Fragrant Cloud of Immortal Peaches, the Cloud Mist Marsh, the ancient mountains in quiet seclusion, the surging flames, the tinkling Ice Pot... No matter how many times he saw it, Tao Qian couldn't help but sigh, truly an immortal's scenery.
Thinking carefully, although the Penglai Sea was said to be home to Ten Thousand Immortals coming to court, and the Daoist Fields possessed thousands of spiritual veins,
There were very few that truly decorated in the style of Immortal families.
Most were like the Pan Si Dojo—strange and unusual, which even included his own honorable master's Golden Radiance Arena.
Thus, Tao Qian was very satisfied with his own "Peach Blossom Spring."
Nodding his head, he instructed Tao Changshou, Zhong Doudou and a few others to take good care of it, and then he immediately returned to the depths of the Spiritual Resonance Cave's quiet room.