The little one had become big—this Little Holy Tree was now almost the same size as the sapling back on the Central Continent.
Even with that sacred spring water nourishing it, growing this large was still kind of miraculous. You had to admit, this territory of the Buddhist Sect really did have something going for it.
Who knew, maybe in a few decades or a hundred years, Mister Qin would come steal another tree and give Xiaoxue a junior brother or junior sister.
But compared to the Little Holy Tree down here on the seafloor, what the Little Carp Princess cared more about was the giant structure next to it.
Hooked on Spirit Shadow Theater, she lay over the ship's rail, raising the bathtub mecha's arm to point at that mountain‑like building and said, "Big big Planet Engine! Are we going wandering too? Like in 'The Wandering Ball'?"
Zhang Ze shook his head. "No, we're not going anywhere.
