The whole small tree was golden, as if it was cast from gold. It was more than perfect, and even its leaves were pure gold. On its surface, there were traces of golden vein lines, which were exquisite.
A gust of wind blew, and the branches' leaves swayed gently, giving off a crisp sound of metal rubbing against each other like wind chimes.
This small tree was not very tall, only about the height of a person. It did not have many branches, but it manifested strong Metal Laws.
The aura of the laws seemed to be the embodiment of the Art of Metal. Looking at it gave one a sense of enlightenment, but at the same time, one could also feel threads of Sharp Qi on the soul with numb and terrible pain.
The most important thing was that more than a dozen golden fruits were hanging on the tree.
