There was nothing else in this golden metal disc except for this small tree. It was about half a meter tall and looked very elegant yet strange.
Its leaves were a pure golden color that was unlike as tacky as the color of metal. Instead, it was like the color emitted by the most dazzling sun in the afternoon.
Its trunk and branches were very plain brown, but this brown trunk had a strange pattern that Lin Yuan found familiar at a glance.
He immediately recalled the phoenix plumes that Hu Quan had carved on the platane wood shelf in his Spirit Lock spatial zone.
Lin Yuan felt that the trunk's and branches' pattern was like the phoenix feathers Hu Quan had carved on the platane wood.
However, the texture on the platane wood in the Spirit Lock spatial zone was carved by hands, while the one on the trunk and branches on this elegant yet strange small tree were naturally grown.