Li Qiye and Monk Dazhi took a stroll around Feihuai Village. Before they knew it, they had arrived at the village entrance. At the entrance stood an old tree. It was ancient, its age impossible to guess. The trunk was so thick it would take several people to encircle it, and its rustling branches spread out like a great umbrella.
Because the old tree had lived for countless years, its trunk was covered in moss.
Although the old tree looked ordinary, Li Qiye couldn't help but sigh with emotion upon seeing it. "A Dream Tree," he said. "Truly a rare sight in this world."
"Perhaps only an Immortal Emperor could accomplish such a feat," Monk Dazhi murmured. "For a small village to have such a Divine Tree guarding its entrance is simply incredible! With a Dream Tree that has achieved Divine Communication protecting the village, even a Great Sage would have to tuck their tail between their legs and behave!"
