The ancient tree root was extremely thick, at least three people needed to wrap their arms around it. It was originally full of vitality, but now it had withered, as if it had entered Samsara.
"When I entered the temple, that tree had just reached the age of man Ji, but now it's almost there."
The old monk's answer was irrelevant. There was a hint of desolation in his words, which surprised the red-browed monk.
His strength had already reached level one and was unparalleled in the world. Even the Emperor in the Imperial City, who was protected by Dragon Qi, had to fear him.
However, such a demigod powerhouse seemed to be a little desolate at this time, as if he was hiding something in his heart.
He followed the old monk's gaze and saw the withered old tree.
The leaves fell all over the ground, but no one cleaned them up.
Without the shade of the tree, it was indeed a little dispirited.
