The peak was about a hundred meters high, which is not outstanding from the perspective of Wanlin Mountain.
The only noteworthy thing is that the peak's shape is like a cone, especially at the top, where a dragon-like tree stands alone.
The pond around the peak is only a little over three meters wide; not a big challenge for the Wu Family's father and daughter. They quickly leapt over it.
"Dad, if my calculations are correct, the Mist Flower on the mountain will bloom at the latest by tomorrow night. As long as we obtain it, your injuries will definitely heal."
Wu Xiaoxian spoke with a look of anticipation.
"The blooming of the Mist Flower creates quite a commotion. I'm afraid it might attract other martial artists within the mountain."
Wu Taishan spoke in a serious and assured tone, "Xiaoxian, promise me, if a fight breaks out for the flower, we will immediately give up."