Hua Tao raised his hand and pointed to a large tree not far ahead that was about to wither and die.
The tree looked like a banyan that had lived for thousands of years.
However, there were few branches and leaves left, and most of the leaves had turned yellow and withered.
The trunk was extremely dry, and the bark would fall off at the slightest touch.
No matter how much water was poured, it could not stop the decline of the large tree.
"This tree is our Hua family's Spirit Tree, and also the source of our family's wealth,"
"It is the Spiritual Power released by this large tree that has nourished so many flowers, giving them various wondrous uses."
"We sold some of these precious flowers, and some were used by ourselves."
"Thanks to this large tree, our Hua family quickly became the leading clan within this city,"
"To say the least, this large tree is our Tree of Life; if it were to be destroyed, then our Hua family might very well suffer a catastrophe."