The osmanthus tree had grown increasingly luxuriant. Jade-green leaves were dotted with budding flowers, releasing a refreshing, fragrant aroma that drifted far and wide, while faint, delicate patterns crisscrossed its branches.
A gentle breeze seemed to sweep through the foliage, causing it to lean forward by a fraction—just enough to block the blazing glare of the sun and cast a cool shadow right over Qin Shujian.
Ever since Qin Shujian entered deep meditation, the osmanthus tree had maintained this exact posture.
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