If he walked down the forest trail through the dense Forest of Tahkerr, Lu Zhiyu could see the distant Capital of Fairies just below the sun.
Nevertheless, what caught Lu Zhiyu's eye was not the magnificent royal palace of fairies, but the vast farmland and flower fields outside the city, and the farmer treants in the fields. The 20-meter tall treants were like dancers on the fields, leaping between fields gracefully, regardless of their huge, cumbersome bodies. As they waved their hands around, seeds sprinkled down and were sown, and crops were harvested.
Some farmer treants watered the crops while others weeded the fields. They each had their own responsibilities. The seemingly endless fields outside of Sylve City extended to the far horizon, and the farmer treants were responsible for planting, nurturing, and harvesting crops from them.
"Hey! Stop! Where did you..?"
"What do I see? A human? We have never seen humans here!"