The Divine Tree possessed a spirit, named Pang Ling.
"Pang Ling!"
"My name is Pang Ling!"
"I have a name now!"
Her delicate, slender spiritual body twirled joyfully within the leaves, her skirt hem scattering specks of divine brilliance.
The glow, harboring the force of life, flew out from the leaves and descended toward the earth below.
Just budded flowers and grass, upon touching those luminescent green radiance, grew visibly faster, with inches of grass shooting up in an instant.
She was ecstatic, as if she had been reborn in another form, celebrating for herself.
"My... child."
Pang Jian gazed blankly at the spirit of the sapling.
This sapling, which had condensed from the "Gate of Purgatory" and been planted in Thousand Miles of Cloud Land, had after two years developed a visible soul that could communicate smoothly with him without thought.
He felt a strange sensation and was somewhat moved.
"Then how should I address you, Father? Dad?"
