Hua Buyu's gentle hum was like the incantation of an ancient oath.
Auspicious signs filled the sky, and the entire elven realm emitted a soft glow.
"This is..."
Su Changqing looked at his hands in astonishment.
His strength hadn't increased, but streams of warm currents surged continuously through his limbs.
Not knowing if it was an illusion, he felt more in tune with the heavens and earth.
The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees conveyed a sense of closeness, and the passing breeze seemed to linger.
That extremely special feeling of comfort was as if he had become a part of the world, causing Su Changqing to involuntarily close his eyes in delight.
"What's happening here?"
Seeing such a grand spectacle, Wu Yong widened his eyes and asked curiously.
"It seems to be some kind of special ritual?"
Miao Feng said uncertainly, then looked toward Xuanqingzi, "Do you know, Taoist?"
"The elven king's blessing, ah..."
