"No, it can't just be the vitality that triggers the Praise of Life. There must be something else", said the Old Tree.
"What is the Praise of Life? Is that why you tunneled in from another world?" Negris asked.
The Old Tree nodded and then shook its head: "It's hard to explain what it is, but it is definitely the ultimate admiration of life. Now we need to find a place to plant it."
Ange asked hurriedly, "Does it need fertile ground?"
"No, not really. Wherever it goes is all the same", the Old Tree said.
Since it doesn't have any soil requirements, just plant it here. The Little Sapling has been yawning at him for a while now.
As soon as the seed fell to the ground, a tender bud sprouted, roots emerged to pierce the soil, and then…
Looking at the seed with only one sprout but no further change, Ange tilted his head, then looked at the Little Sapling, and turned his gaze to the Old Tree.
