Chapter 225: Dare to Burn My Fields? _1

Kael'danil never would have imagined that there existed a crop in the world that needed the blessing of the Little Sapling to germinate. Of course, it wouldn't grow without it.

"What do I do? If they die, the God of Life will be very angry." Kael'danil was almost in tears.

Now that their relationship with Ange had turned out this way, the Elf Clan bore all responsibility. They had even bitten the hand that feeds, in a manner of speaking.

Initially, when they saw the God of Life losing all its leaves, they panicked and got angry. But now, two months later, the facts had proven that Lord Nage did not lie.

The Tree of Life had indeed not died. Beneath the surface, the branch was tenderly green, its condition unprecedentedly good. Even those diseased branches were showing signs of improvement; the grey spots on their bark were fading, even disappearing.

Lord Ange truly was healing the God of Life.