But Lynch could understand.
After all, Priestess Mother was to the Elf Race what the legendary hero Yue Fei was to the Chinese. If General Yue suddenly leaped out of his grave, any Chinese person wouldn't be able to resist rushing over to pay their respects.
With Priestess Mother backing him up, he wasn't afraid of any trouble. Taking things as they came, Lynch smoothed out his robes and followed Airendra into the treehouse.
The moment he stepped through the door, a rich aura of life washed over him.
The interior furnishings weren't made of ordinary wood or stone. Instead, they had grown naturally from animated vines within the hollow cavity of the giant tree. Glowing moss and luminous flowers dotted the walls, bathing the room in a dreamlike emerald hue.
"Welcome, Baron Lynch."
Several maids dressed in sheer emerald gauze came forward to greet him. They weren't ordinary elves, but "Flower Whisperers," a unique branch of Druids.
