The tree trunk was exceptionally dry, its bark peeling and shedding into the air at the slightest touch. Behind Xiāng Jìxīn, several Elders wore grave and worried expressions.
"This tree is indeed hanging by a thread," one of the Elders sighed. "If we do not take action immediately, I fear it will wither away completely within a few months."
Another added, "By then, the tens of thousands of flowers across this land will also wither and die."
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