Between the nebulae, there is naturally no wind like in the Material Realm. Everything here is extremely quiet. To Noah's inquiry, the Golden Tree still stands there, radiating a brilliance as if it has been immortal for eons.
Noah doesn't know how many times he has tried this; it is merely a consciousness-less Divine Tree, seemingly a manifestation of his essence on another plane, not an independent entity. The state of the Golden Tree, and all the nutrients it obtains, are closely related to him.
"Do I have to be forced to become a Holy Dragon?"
Noah asked again, naturally receiving no response.
He feels he has done extremely well, believing there isn't a more diligent ruler in the world than him.
Indeed, it's not limited to the Dragon Clan but extends to all regions and countries within his current reach. Noah truly believes there is no more diligent ruler, not even that ambitious nephew of his can compare in governance.
