He glanced around, watching the little green buds appearing on the dark brown branches, feeling the exuberant life force contained within, and his smile grew broader.
At this moment, a middle-aged scholar approached with a joyful expression, holding a small notebook and reported, "Your Highness, good news. The results are in. A third of the Bosatsu Trees planted three months ago have survived, and the survival rate has significantly increased. Your Highness, you're incredible; you even predicted this outcome."
The person referred to as "Your Highness" wiped his face and stood up from the ground, "The situation of the Earth Vein is improving, so the increased survival rate is normal. But the area of this forest is still far from sufficient; at least it needs to expand tenfold to withstand the onslaught of sandstorms."
He has been stationed here with his people for fifty years, battling against the sandstorms for fifty years.
