Space twisted as Qing Yun brought Yun Lintian into her domain—a vast, mist-shrouded forest where rain fell in a perpetual, gentle drizzle. The air hummed with vitality, thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. Countless creatures moved through the undergrowth—spirited foxes with glowing tails, iridescent butterflies the size of palms, and towering stags whose antlers shimmered with dew.
For some reason, Yun Lintian felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if he had returned home after a long journey. Perhaps it was the Tree of Life's essence within him, resonating with this sacred place.
Qingqing fluttered around excitedly, her tiny hands brushing against leaves that pulsed with emerald light. "Big Brother Yun! This place feels so nice!"
Linlin flicked her tail in agreement. "The energy here is purer than anywhere else."
