Quaint charm

"Those were just some of the Inn workers enjoying their holidays," Luthor explained, anticipating the question Pinophyta wanted to ask.

"Workers? They were workers?" the treant asked in disbelief. Although he himself was only in the Golden core realm, he had spent a lot of time under the guidance of nascent level beings, not to mention he had personally received the blessing of the Tree of Heaven when he came to life. He knew what their auras were like, and they were nothing compared to those two!

Pinophyta shuddered, and caught itself. It must not doubt the Tree of Heaven! That was absolute blasphemy! He was sure there was some kind of devilish trickery at play, fooling his senses. There was no realm above the Nascent realm, because even the tree was only in that realm. This must be an elaborate ploy by the Inn to fool him! It must!

As soon as it gathered itself, the treant saw a massive city made of glass, floating through the air.