Carl's eyes flickered as he also felt the Spiritual Inner Sea bearing a certain pressure from the Soul Seal.
Enslaving a First Rank Late Stage being was not an easy task for him at his current level. Especially a Sal tree with the potential to become Second Order or Third-tier, it took up a significant portion of his spiritual power.
Next, it all depended on what benefits this First Rank Late Stage 'plant' could bring him.
Carl steadied his mind and asked, "Do you have a name?"
"No," the Sal tree shook. "Sal tree is the name of our kind."
"Master." Having accepted the Soul Seal, the Sal tree, knowing it had no capacity to resist, proactively sought to please, its branches and leaves swaying. "Beneath this island, there are treasures that humans can use, along with some broken Ancient Weapons."
"Weapons?" Carl looked down. "Was this place once a battlefield?"
"No," the Sal tree conveyed telepathically. "It was an arena."
