Slowly but surely, several trees emerged from the side of the cliff, continued to extend forward, and then they turned ninety degrees and grew back upwards. Not just one, but there were many, roughly the same distance, when viewed from Jiao's current position, the trees on the edge of the cliff seemed to form a line.
The trees continued to grow, with many branches and green leaves that looked so fresh and dense. Not only that, but grass also appeared and continued to spread over the ground and the sides of the cliff, as if someone was rolling out a green carpet.
It happened a few minutes, Fu Xie Lan was still standing in the air with her white dress fluttering against the cardinal directions, her long black hair swaying occasionally touching her pair of flapping wings.