"Tree, my friend!"
Ensuring his own safety first, Zhou Xuan went to greet the Blood Tree: "No wonder you wanted to extract that Netherworld Stone last time. If I were you, I would've done the same."
The Netherworld Stone that Yun Ziliang picked up was an item belonging to the Three-headed Stone Buddha from three hundred years ago,
and the Three-headed Stone Buddha and the Tattoo Tree Clan were sworn enemies, irreconcilable.
The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree wrapped its two branches around Zhou Xuan's body, its leaves rustling softly, as if conveying its sorrow.
"Tree, my friend, are you crying? Crying over what? Although the Ancient Tattoo Clan is likely now under the control of the stone demon monks of Prajnaparamita Buddha Country, don't worry—I'll find them and crush them!"
Zhou Xuan's words deeply moved the peach tree, whose canopy emitted sounds of joy.
At the same time,
