The images flashed clearly in Wang Baole's head. It was as if he had become the Hyacinthus Tree that instant and was witnessing the actual scene himself!
Waves of emotions surged inside Wang Baole as he listened to Feng Qiuran's words. His breath froze. He stared at the infant in Feng Qiuran's arms. He had only one name in his head—Wuchen!
The image blurred. Next, he saw a fruit ripen on the Hyacinthus Tree. It fell and landed before Feng Qiuran. Feng Qiuran picked the fruit up and placed it in the infant's mouth. It melted swiftly and disappeared quickly as the child sucked at it hungrily.
Feng Qiuran bowed again and finally left. The last image was of Feng Qiuran's retreating back. That too grew blurry. Wang Baole shook again, as if he had just awakened from a walk down the Hyacinthus Tree's memory lane. His eyes cleared. He was back, standing on the mountain peak, with a million Dao Palace cultivators watching him.