After the roots were excavated, Hua Hua withdrew, and Feng Jun took out a powerful flashlight.
It was nearly noon, the daylight was a bit bright, but the flashlight's power was great, illuminating the bottom of the more than three-meter-deep cave with a single sweep.
In the middle of the cave, there were irregularly broken roots. Feng Tianyang and Brother Zhang felt a bit sorry for the Ancient Tea Tree, but it was an inevitable situation. Butterfly had tried its best to avoid damaging the roots—at least much better than if either of them had done it.
Not harming the roots at all was impossible, and the current damage was indeed minor.
The remnants of the roots couldn't hide the situation at the bottom of the cave, where the two saw a root as thick as a child's arm had actually grown a wood tumor as large as a bowl's mouth and a foot and a half long, resembling a sizable lotus root.
