Zhao Tianfang couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Such a spiritual tree could assist countless cultivators to progress, and uprooting it would be such a waste.
He really couldn't understand what that senior Bai Chuwei was thinking.
Zhao Tianfang seemed very hesitant, and took out his phone to call Bai Chuwei directly.
Fang Tiandong, holding two extra-long watermelon knives, blocked the doorway with an extremely vigilant gaze, considering that he definitely needed to hire dozens of bodyguards to protect his family's home soon.
At this time, Bai Chuwei, in a floor-length white dress, sat gracefully at the desk, her delicate jade-like hands holding a calligraphy brush and marking characters on the paper one by one.
A running wheel was set up on the desk, and a plump hamster was endlessly running inside.
Bai Chuwei had put the phone on speaker, and her hand didn't stop writing for a second, nor did she lift her eyelids, her tone casual, "What's up?"
