In the peach blossom forest, a figure hangs in the air and sits in the middle of the sky.

The breeze gently brushed, rolled up pieces of peach blossoms, which made people feel comfortable, but the figure still stood there tightly, the body remained motionless, surrounded by a hazy white light.

"Get up!"

When a low cry came out, the figure moved, hands flapping in the empty sky, rising and swinging up and down, making the hazy white light sweep up into the sky, and finally turned into a palm, clapping on the peach tree.

At this time, the wind became violent, and the peach trees were still there, but...