Su Muyao looked at the small sapling, feeling a sense of affection in her heart.
Yun Qinglan explained, "Wife, this is the Holy Tree, the one you called Xiao Xing."
Yun Qinglan used to visit Xiao Xing often, taking care of it and watering it.
Nurturing it with Spiritual Energy.
But the size of this small sapling never changed much.
Su Muyao quickly walked over.
Yun Qinglan nervously supported her, saying, "Be careful."
Even though Su Muyao always said she's not that delicate, Yun Qinglan was still very anxious about her.
It was an involuntary feeling.
Su Muyao softly said, "I'm fine, I'm in good health."
She knew Yun Qinglan was worried about her, but she herself felt great, having slept and eaten so much, her spirits were very high.
She approached the small sapling and carefully touched one of its leaves, "Xiao Xing, is that you?"
For some reason, seeing Xiao Xing like this, Su Muyao felt a bit of heartache.
