Those emerald-green eyes calmly watched him, along with the drooping patch of improved sweet potatoes behind him.
In an instant, the flash of panic on He Shen's face seemed to have been wiped away by an eraser.
It was swiftly replaced by an expression full of concern—heavy, yet carrying a hint of resolve.
First, he let out a long, theatrical sigh, as though the entire burden of Okhema's food supply rested on his shoulders.
"Lord Aglaya, you arrived at just the right time!"
His voice was low, carrying the grave weight of an expert confronted with a difficult problem.
"This matter... sigh, I was just about to report it to you and the Chancellor."
He pointed at the sickly seedlings and said with heartfelt anguish:
"Please look! The new variety gifted by the Tree Court truly has extraordinary qualities. Its drought resistance and rapid growth are, in theory, nothing short of treasures! However!"
His tone abruptly shifted, his voice rising with helpless indignation:
"Unfortunately, the Ley Line of our Okhma Holy City... sigh, is simply too abundant and unique!"
Aglaea raised her brow slightly. "The Ley Line is too abundant and unique?"
"Precisely!" He Shen nodded vigorously, his small handlebar mustache bobbing along with the motion.
"Consider this, my lady. Okhema is sustained by the body of the Titan God and directly illuminated by the Dawn Machine!"
"The soil here has long been nourished by the Titans' great power and the light of dawn. The energy activity and material composition contained within it—how could ordinary land possibly compare?"
The more he spoke, the smoother his words became, as though he had truly conducted extensive research:
"The Tree Court's seeds are adapted to ordinary Ley Line environments."
"Transplanting them suddenly into a region saturated with divine power like Okhema is like