Sunlight filtered down through the oak grove as Romon strolled along.
Ginkgo trees from Earth had been planted along the woodland paths, which surprised him.
Now that the space had expanded to ten thousand mu, its boundaries were no longer visible. It was almost indistinguishable from real countryside.
Water surged merrily through the river.
Romon lingered beside it for a long time, sighing inwardly.
Just then, laughter rang out. Three Tree Spirits and a tiger were racing through the woods.
Luoli was riding on the tiger, playing a flute she had found somewhere.
Romon had never heard anything like it. The sound was natural and harmonious, flowing gently as though it could touch his very soul!
The flute sounded like a breeze sweeping over the plains, like a murmuring stream, like nature's wind and moonlight, indifferent after witnessing countless rises and falls. Yet it lacked humanity's commentary on history and its tragic accusations, offering instead a greater measure of serenity and harmony.
For a moment, Romon was captivated by the music. In his daze, he suddenly remembered the woodland nymphs of ancient Greek mythology on Earth...
Were Tree Spirits not the Dryads of Greek mythology?
They lived inside trees, their lives intimately bound to them. When a tree withered, its spirit died with it. If a mortal caused that death, the gods would punish them. The tree spirits themselves also punished those who harmed trees without cause.
In Greek mythology, many deities wandered through fields and forests, offering protection to the Tree Spirits, especially the moon goddess.
When the moon goddess bathed, they stood guard over her.
In this world, however, no deity protected them. Perhaps some had in ancient times, but they had all fallen silent.
Thoughts were always fickle. A moment later, Romon's mind returned to himself.
His