The small sapling was casually pinched in Leng Yebai's hand, with green leaves displaying the patterns of the enchanting Mandala Flower.
Usually in the space, this little Fusang Tree was the most fragile one.
Despite being called fragile, among this forest, it was the vitality exuding from its leaves that was the most intense.
A kind of indescribable aura surrounded the small tree, with a faint mist lingering around it.
The air had become much fresher.
The energy overflowing between the pine and cypress trees was slowly drawn towards the small Fusang Tree.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the mutated pine and cypress trees were giving willingly, or if the small Fusang Tree was stubbornly taking.
Zhong Beihai's eyes were almost glued to the Fusang Tree leaves, wanting to pick a leaf to confirm, but he couldn't bear to touch it.
This was the legendary Fusang Tree!
