Looking around, tall peach trees grew, their branches stretching out, with blossoms that resembled clouds of rouge. Pink mists drifted through the air, like a painter had sketched a spring landscape.,"It's not me who is sick, it's this world!" Lu Yu whispered softly, his gaze unwavering.,The moment the thought crossed his mind, he suddenly heard a muffled murmur in his ear, overlapping each other, like an ancient and mysterious piece of music.。