Under the magic tree, many people with invitations had arrived. Almost every newcomer would throw the magic tree a look.
"Can the Wizard Race really guarantee it won't attack us?" Someone posed the question nervously. They had obviously heard a lot about the magic tree. No one could be 100 percent assured. Gazing at the magic tree, they stood in awe of it from the bottom of their hearts.
To see the entire magic tree, one would have to stand 300 miles away from it. From that distance, it seemed as if the magic tree was connecting the sky and the ground. Its trunk was as large as a city. It was hard to imagine how deep its roots were underground.
Looking up, one could see the trunk soaring into the clouds only after standing completely upright, with one's head back as far as it would go.
