Riesling moved quickly.
Once he understood why he had been unable to use it before,
he immediately began ripening the Fantasy Tree.
Of course,
that was after Lan Qingyou had moved the Fantasy Tree out.
After all, it had already pressed against the small balcony on the sixth floor.
If they did not move it,
there was no way it could keep growing.
Even with a racial talent, they had to leave it enough room to live and grow.
So,
Lan Qingyou directly moved the Fantasy Tree to the top of the High Tower, where it could keep the Thunder Ancient Tree company.
It was high enough here.
The Magic Power was pure enough too.
Of course, most importantly, there was absolutely no danger here.
"Mm, the tree is indeed out of danger now."
"But our danger level has risen exponentially."
Standing beside the Altar, Gu Xiaobei lowered her head to watch sparks of electricity occasionally dart past her feet.
Although it was her first time coming up here,
and she did not possess a Magic Eye that could see the flow of Magic Power,
she knew about the Pure Magic Zone, so naturally she also knew just how domineering the residual Magic Power on this Altar was.
Rather, it was precisely because of that domineering Magic Power
that the entire Flying City had become a Pure Magic Zone.
"Relax. Even if you get zapped, it'll be fine. My Altar is very safe."
Lan Qingyou waved a hand carelessly.
But Gu Xiaobei would not believe that nonsense of hers.
Really.
That tone was like saying, "My dog is very well-behaved. It never bites people."
Witches really could see the flow of Magic Power and such,
and she fully trusted Lan Qingyou.
But the problem was...
what she should be afraid