Outside the palace, a gentle breeze swept through the forest, carrying the unique cool scent of Ice Crystals, causing the blue crystals on the branches to gently sway.
"Ding-ling—ding-ling—"
The crisp clashing sound echoed like wind chimes, particularly melodious in the serene Secret Realm, where fragmented light and shadow passed through the crystals, weaving a dreamy blue mosaic on the ground.
Qin Tian's gaze fell on the Cold Trees laden with crystals, turning to Lan beside him: "Lan, can I take some of these trees with me?"
Lan tilted his head in slight puzzlement, his azure eyes full of confusion:
"Of course you can take them; why ask me?"
In his understanding, this Secret Realm and these trees were all unfamiliar environments. He had no concept of "ownership" and didn't understand why Qin Tian sought his opinion specifically.
