Wuzhuangguan backyard.
The ginseng fruit tree was having a bad temper - "Great Immortal! I don't want to be a tree anymore! I want to be a human being!"
Zhen Yuanzi was leaning on the cloud couch, his sleeves still stained with wine from the Peach Banquet, and asked, "Asen! How comfortable is it to be a tree?"
"It's Ashen! Ashen!" The trunk of the fruit tree trembled in anger, "You have never taken root, how can you understand the pain I have to endure here every day?!"
