Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.,Xu Zimu looked into the distance, his white clothes blending with the mist. The wind seemed to be picking up, and there was a hint of madness in his smile.,On both sides, the trees were laden with vibrant fruits. Even a single fruit plucked from them would be fiercely coveted by ordinary people, causing them to fight tooth and nail for it.。