The First Bloom 17

Zhenfeng pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath about regretting this partnership. He took a deep breath and sat up, fixing Jianyu with a glare. "Fine. Let's hear it then. What's your genius plan for trading or helping?"

Jianyu looked up at the roof of the tent, his voice low. "Did you see the trees at the center of their camp? The ones with the glowing, pale-blue bark?"

Zhenfeng frowned, the memory stirring in the back of his mind. "Yeah, I saw them. What about it?"

"Those are the Trees of Soul," Jianyu said, his voice tinged with excitement. "They're the only source of the sap we need. But I also saw guild members tending to them—pruning branches, checking the roots, things like that. They don't just grow wild here. They're being cultivated."

Zhenfeng's eyes narrowed as realization dawned. "So what?"