Chapter 707: A Gift of Origin Blood, and the Blood-Child Tree

Matsu Floris studied Ziyan, the Purple Smoke Spirit Peach, with grave attention. The little peach tree was strange beyond words-a trunk about as wide as a bowl, standing barely a meter tall, yet wrapped in a dense tide of aura that poured ceaselessly into it. Its bark gleamed purple-gold like dragon scales; a dozen branches reached out in all directions, bristling with an almost frightening vitality. Every leaf shimmered with a purple-gold sheen and a soft glow, and each branch carried pink spirit...