"Are you sure... there's really no problem with this?"
The slow voice of the old tree echoed in Yu Sheng's mind, and this ancient and composed Dark Angel seemed a bit nervous for the first time.
Upon hearing this, Yu Sheng confidently patted the trunk of the Angel Giant Tree, his smile radiant as though it could facilitate photosynthesis for his nephew and Sela: "Oh, don't worry, I've done it countless times already. This thing just relies on you; you're just playing a fixed and supportive role. Most importantly, just look at the scenery around here, the pleasant lake views. If I plop down a huge iron door next to you, wouldn't it ruin the view? From an architectural aesthetic perspective..."
He was in the middle of speaking when suddenly his calf hurt. Looking down, he saw Erin retract her foot, the Little Puppet looking up: "Then you're stuck here—how can you talk about architectural aesthetics?"
Yu Sheng: "...At least my pyramid was quite grand, right?"
