Chapter 143: The Heart of a Child

At dawn, before the sky had fully brightened, a faint cyan mist rose from every corner of the forest, draping itself over the woods like a silken veil.

It was the physical manifestation of Wood Attribute Spiritual Qi at its most concentrated—the very breath of life exhaled by the forest itself.

The mist shimmered with a faint luminescence in the morning light, flowing languidly between the canopies and leaves, immersing the entire Silver Moon Forest in a temperate ocean of energy.

Ever since that faint cyan curtain of light had appeared, a similar scene had manifested daily.

The Elves had gone from initial shock and bewilderment to marveling at the sight, and now, they had grown completely used to it.

This wondrous sight, which had once sparked countless gasps of awe and endless discussion, was now a daily occurrence, as natural as the rising and setting of the sun.