Lin Yun recited what Mei Zihua told him as he walked toward the Three-Lives Tree, and he stopped when he was a few hundred meters away from the tree. 

Not far away, Qin Hao, Chen Jun, Zhang Ying, and the others were calm. They no longer held any hope for the tree to bloom.

But when they saw Lin Yun approaching, their faces changed, and they didn’t dare to look Lin Yun in the eyes.

“Brother Lin, it’s all yours.” The Heavenly Dao Sect’s Liu Ruochen smiled. Beside him, Ye Chen asked, “The Three-Lives Tree is weird. It can listen to our music and can even appreciate it. But it just won’t bloom no matter what. Brother Lin, are you confident?”

His words drew everyone’s attention. Jiang Yingtian also looked at Lin Yun with anticipation. If Lin Yun could make a flower bloom on the Three-Lives Tree, there was no doubt that it would significantly increase the popularity of the next Nirvana Banquet.

After all, the Nirvana Banquet had been going downhill in recent years. This was because no one could make the Three-Lives Tree bloom. As a result, only a few people were willing to come; take the Ten Musical Clans, for example. They had no shortage of ancient scores and Sovereign Saint Artifacts that could assist them in mental cu...