Jade Skirt, North Fourth District.

On the clean and tidy ground, several tall buildings rise up, exceptionally noticeable from a bird's eye view from afar.

These clusters of buildings are arranged in a central 'Ω' shape, with six rows of inclined high-rises on the outskirts resembling spread out six-winged flying wings. The buildings are covered with silver-blue mirrored glass, presenting a simple yet sci-fi style. The surrounding environment is enveloped by a deep purple Tree Sea plain, with the numerous tree leaves displaying layered purples in the bright sunshine, extraordinarily beautiful.

If someone compares this place with the environment from ten years ago, they would be quite surprised, because ten years ago, it was a chalky desert, filled with grey-white rocky gray soil, dry and devoid of vegetation. However, if we push the timeline back another 400 years, the environment was quite similar, as it was a beautiful scenic area known as the 'Purple Locust Tree Sea'.

Nowadays, a large area of this land has been acquired by 'Grey Dust Crystal', where numerous improved 'Purple Locust' trees are planted. The trees are tall, with dense branches and leaves. Even on the limestone and saline-alkaline soil of the past, they can grow healthily and have strong resistance to various industrial pollution and transcendent toxins. (In reality, locust trees are also resistant to saline-alkaline limestone and smoke toxins.)

After these locust trees grow, the locust flowers that grow annually are collected by specialized Autonomous Units, used to produce medicine, perfume, spices, etc. The tree wood is also an excellent material for furniture, with plans to harvest and replace them as a local specialty export within a few years.

Due to the emphasis on the environment, at the time of acquisition by 'Grey Dust Crystal', an agreement was made with the local government to ensure that 70% of the land area would be covered by natural tree vegetation for the next hundred years. Now, the Purple Locust Tree Sea truly lives up to its name, with 96% of the land covered by trees.

This region is not used for industrial production but dedicated for employee retirement residence, schools, convalescence, training, and vacation areas. The central area of the Tree Sea is designated for Tilan, for her team to work.

Atop the central building, the entire top floor resembles a dust-free dark silver mirror, empty and clean, with several pillars supporting the spacious area. In the center of the floor is a fivefold enlarged crystal image of Hexia, the songstress within the crystal is dressed in a black feather gown, exuding alluring elegance and beauty, as if an Angel descended into the world.

"Although I understand it's meant to emphasize atmosphere and admiration, coming here myself still feels a bit uncomfortable,"

Standing under the massive prism-shaped crystal, Tilan lightly rubbed her forehead, somewhat reluctant to look too closely, especially at herself in the crystal. The legs emerging from the hem of her skirt were barely visible, and the pinkish toes like those of a pomegranate seed were depicted so clearly, making her suspicious that the designer of this three-dimensional image deliberately accentuated them, as her actual toe color isn't so pink but rather more naturally pale.

"Excess beauty, insufficient dignity, indeed, it's best to change it," she stated her decision mercilessly, causing the accompanying personnel to smile wryly as they took notes.

"Then what should be done with this crystal afterward, Your Highness?" the accompanying director cautiously asked.

"Smashing it would be a bit of a waste, but it's indeed unsuitable for formal occasions. Let's put it away for now, have them adjust the color to a more normal tone, then send it to Payin City, where they mentioned building a small museum for me, you can present it as a gift," Tilan thought for a while.

"Alright, alright." Hearing it wouldn't be smashed, the accompanying personnel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, after this, don't place my crystal statues here anymore, just put an enlarged Night Flower emblem, something slightly more normal."

"Understood." Despite agreeing, everyone present still felt a bit regretful, as Hexia is clearly so beautiful and lovely, but she's always reluctant to see her portraits and images displayed extravagantly in certain public spaces.

Perhaps the unobtainable is the best; Hexia's mysterious style of concealment attracts many people. Whenever she attends certain events, there's always a crowd eager to photograph her, and a good snapshot can sell for a high price on the black market.

Tilan later took a tour here, pointing out several areas that needed improvement, instructing the personnel to take note.

"That's basically it, try to keep it simple and tidy, no need for unnecessary decorations." She didn't favor overly complicated styles with mixed colors.

"The lighting can be brighter, but preferably soft light that isn't glaring. Despite having many titles related to black, I still prefer a bright and cozy environment."

"Yes."

After finishing the tour of the top floor, the crowd dispersed, leaving Tilan alone here for a while.

Inside the expansive floor covering several thousand square meters, Tilan stood in front of a vast dark-tinted floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the scenery outside. Her fingers pressed on a handle at the side to open a small window, allowing colorful winds to rush in through the petite opening and sweep across the spacious floor, lifting the strands of hair beside her ear gently, her delicate earlobes faintly visible amidst the hair strands, and the sensation of the strands lightly sweeping over induced a slight tickling feeling in the girl.

Catching sight of the hair beside her ear, Tilan advanced a few steps and leaned lightly against the window, her eyes peering at the square below where a shuttlecraft slowly descended, from which emerged a familiar figure.

She too had arrived, causing anticipation in the girl's heart. Her gaze then shifted to the distant Tree Sea, recalling the painting she had made long ago, back in high school with companions traversing the northern districts for training.