"The spiritual wood rustled, adorned with purple lightning and silver light, already more than ten zhang in thickness. The Thunder Tribulation Spirit Tree, towering to a hundred zhang, enveloped the entire Blue Stone Garden with its presence."
"Upon the tree bodies as thick as bowls, strands of purple silver light, as thick as arms, wound around them like silver snakes."
"Under the tree, from the teacups on the white jade stone table, steam spiraled upwards, carrying the essence of the hot, mist-like Spirit Tea. With a gentle pour for Mu Qing, Nianhua's brows furrowed slightly as she spoke, 'That girl Wei'er has sent back news, still no signs of that alien race's tracks; it's really unclear where they could be hiding.'"
"Now, Nianhua, too, bore the radiance of motherhood, and her movements were no longer as hasty, always careful not to harm the new life growing within her."
