"Drink!"
Everyone raised their cups and drank.
At that moment, a fairy brought over some Pan Peaches.
One for each person, even the Immortal Crane fairy received one—though small, it filled her with such joy that her eyes squinted into slits.
As the Purple-Clothed Fairy was about to leave after placing down the Pan Peach, Yi Zheng hurriedly called out, "Sister Purple-Clothed, is it one peach per person, or one per head? Will it be enough to fill us up?"
The Purple-Clothed Fairy stumbled, almost falling to the ground, and with a laugh tinged with exasperation, she looked at the adorably foolish Rabbit and couldn't help but roll her eyes: "There are a total of three thousand six hundred Pan Peach trees: the first twelve hundred bear small fruits and bloom lightly, maturing every three thousand years. Consuming them allows one to become an Immortal and lightens the body;
