[Ethereal Small World]
"Great One, please calm your anger. We can sort things out—we simply lack communication." Shenlian Yingyue's calm, light voice was like a soft feather soothing its chaotic emotions.
The Ancient Tree Spirit felt confused. How long had it been since it last lost control of its emotions like this?
"You seek freedom? Perhaps there is a way," she said softly.
"There's no way. I have practiced for over a million years. No matter how far I travel, my roots are forever buried in this land. Whenever I go too far, I always end up returning," the Ancient Tree Spirit said, its voice full of melancholy, as if reflecting on its life's journey.
"So you've traveled far, only to return to where you began. Your departure and destination have limits." She paused, then asked with a smile, "Great One, what is your greatest dream?"
