The one speaking was the man transformed from leaves.
He was a man with only his vital areas covered by green leaves.
Angel said, "It has not even been half a year. That hardly counts as a long time no see... Tree Spirit Lord."
The identity Angel had named was none other than the Tree Spirit of the Eternal Tree, one of Savage Cave's three great ancestral spirits.
"Lately, there has been nothing fun in the Mirror World, nor anyone interesting. You are still more interesting." The Tree Spirit blinked. "So, during these few months you were away, it felt as though my own timeline had been stretched out tremendously."
Angel fell silent, while Gloria curled her lip at the side and muttered inwardly, What a smooth talker. If the Tree Spirit put more of that silver-tongued effort into Night Sylvie, he would not still only dare to pine for her in secret even now.
Unaware that Gloria was ridiculing him in her heart, the Tree Spirit smiled as he walked up to Angel after uttering that shameless string of words. He carefully examined him from top to bottom, then patted his shoulder. "Very good."
"When I saw the news of your advancement in the magazine before, I still found it somewhat hard to believe. But now that I have seen you, I realize that the magazine's praise was not exaggerated in the slightest." The Tree Spirit did not stint on his praise. After all, in his long years, there were only a handful of examples of someone becoming an official wizard in so little time. In the past thousand years, Angel was already the fastest.
Of course, advancing quickly did not necessarily mean it was a good thing, because one's foundation could very well be unstable. The Tree Spirit