Such a spectacle, a miracle unexpected by all.
People gathered around, their whispers of amazement and discussion intertwining, yet they maintained restraint, their gaze tightly fixed on the flourishing blooms of the sacred tree.
Under the Holy Tree, Lis sat cross-legged, his eyes gently closed.
A faint halo surrounded him, his expression serene and solemn, as if he were one with the Holy Tree.
Just as people were marveling, the pale white petals quietly fluttered down, like snowflakes dancing in the sky, softly landing beside Lis.
The petals gradually accumulated around him, as if countless invisible servants silently protected him, quietly isolating him from the surrounding crowd.
The news spread swiftly throughout Wilderness City, like wings on a swift wind, drawing more people to gather beneath the Holy Tree.
The area around the Holy Tree was gradually filled with people, all wearing expressions of awe and curiosity, their eyes darting between the Holy Tree and Lis.
