Assigning task

Just as Ma Yuan was wondering what that cold rope was, Yang Qing's warning came which frightened him to no end as he quickly turned his eyes away from that tree. He lowered his head and when that didn't feel reassuring, he elected to close them, but then the botanist and farmer in him couldn't resist the temptation of all he had seen, so he opened one of his eyes slightly and took a peek in the opposite side to the tree that looked like it was made of the night sky only to be met by another unimaginable tree whose identity he didn't know, only that it was mesmerizing and odd at the same time.

In base form, it looked to be a sycamore tree but instead of leaves, it had these translucent flowers that looked like the membranes of a jellyfish that were producing golden pollens that surrounded the tree like fireflies. A look at the tree and a sense of deep veneration welled up from within Ma Yuan's soul as he absentmindedly muttered,

"Divine pollen tree."