At this moment, the Tree of World stretched its lush green branches freely in the small world, brimming with vitality. Every leaf seemed to be filled with endless life force.
Compared to when it was first planted, it had grown twice as large, now nearly reaching Owen's height from its original palm-sized sapling.
The mana emanating from the Tree of World had also become thicker, like clouds of mist gathering between the branches, exuding an air of mystery.
As Owen was examining the Tree of World, Rachel, dressed in a long gown, slowly walked over.
Perhaps due to being confined here for some time, she no longer appeared as the despondent, abandoned figure she once was.
She had regained her composure, and a trace of liveliness returned to her bright eyes.
Her gaze toward Owen was somewhat complex as she slowly handed him a finely crafted crystal cup and softly said,
