"What does direct descendent have to do with this?" The god heaved a sigh and shook his head in dismay before he continued, "Anyway..."
He walked past the array she had drawn and picked up the tree from its roots before turning to her, "I'm going to take this back with me or my boss's wife won't be too happy that China also has the golden apple tree. I don't want my body stuck on some freaking stone either."
"I understand." Willow responded without any emotion shown on her face.
