"Great-uncle, what exactly do you intend to do?"
The elf demigod who brought the Tree of Life sapling stood at the edge of the Abyss Blood Pool, still maintaining the appearance of a young girl. Her body eternally in its prime, Pavarotti looked at the lush Tree of Life before her, its branches and leaves stretching out, continuously growing, with a face full of shock.
The Tree of Life in front of her wasn't very tall; its thickest part required at most five people to encircle, with its highest point barely just over ten meters. Compared to a fully grown ancient Tree of Life, this tree was not much different from a sapling.
Even though this sapling was just a potted green plant that could fit in one's hand a moment ago, simply inducing growth wasn't enough to shock an elf demigod.
