章節 347: Golden Wise Tree??

Amongst the few breaths of his endowing sleep, mana was gathering right in front of him. The golden leaves rustled in the wind but none was whipped into the air. The gathered mana slowly formed a mist, a fog, that outlines that of a human standing in mid-air. Though the face had no skin and its eyes were filled with mist, the being was exuding wisdom that no mortal had ever old enough to attain. 

"You have piqued my interest indeed, young mortal. Hmm..."

The mist moved closer to Lyon's face before drawing back. It contemplated with a hum before it turned around and looked at the vast meadow. 

"You can ask anything you want, but you wanted to take a nap instead. You have the rare chance of asking my knowledge, but resting is what you seek."