The scorching sun hung high in the sky. The once-bustling Shangjing City region was now an endless forest. Within this vast expanse, not a single living creature could be found—only a gentle breeze weaving through the trees.
The breeze, thick with Wood Spirit Qi, stirred the layers of white petals on the pagoda tree branches, carrying them toward the heart of the forest. They gathered around a pagoda tree that pierced the clouds, and the wind dislodged even more blossoms from the colossal tree, scattering them until they filled the sky.
At the very top of this giant pagoda tree, above a vast sea of clouds, an illusory and ethereal figure materialized, absorbing the Wood Spirit Qi that had gathered around the tree.
Gradually, the figure grew more solid, its indistinct face taking on a defined form.
It was Xiao Shan Lord.
He looked around, then gazed up at the sky in a daze.
"What do you plan to do next?"
