A gentle breeze of unknown origin lightly caressed the gourd, making it sway gently, and some spiritual light began to gradually spread.
The cool breeze and the spiritual light made people feel a calm peace in their hearts.
The beavers sitting inside the array seemed as if some intelligence-enhancing magic had been cast upon them, quickly finished processing their respective tree branches, and transported them outside one by one.
In theory, this was a very common affair, yet this batch of timber, whether in terms of the strength of gnawing or the level of construction, far exceeded their usual dam building.
Some even faintly shimmered with spiritual lights, reaching the level of a magical artifact, with leaves and branches showing no signs of wilting.
