"Anyway, you should probably do something about this scorched forest, Master," the fire spirit said smoothly, eager to redirect the conversation. "I doubt Mistress would be pleased to see… this."
Zhao Li Xin's attention shifted at once, then he looked around for a moment. The ground was charred black. The riverbed lay cracked and dry. Bamboo had been reduced to brittle shadows of ash. It was indeed very unsightly.
He could not let Lory see this!
Without another word, Zhao Li Xin extended his hand forward and closed his eyes. Soon after, the air trembled slightly, this time not with destruction, but restoration.
A soft pulse spread outward. From the blackened soil, tender green shoots emerged. Grass unfurled in a rolling wave, covering scorched earth in fresh life. Burned bamboo groves rose again, slender stalks stretching skyward as if time itself had reversed. Leaves blossomed in shimmering layers of emerald.
