In front of the hundred-year-old tree that was also the core of this large naturally shaped dome.
Ye Qian stood while holding something that appeared to if a small green pumpkin in his palm with a heavy expression.
Although he knew that the thing he held in his hand was a peerless treasure that meant a second life for someone, Ye Qian just hoped that he would never need to use it.
And that was because its use only meant that the person had been injured to the point of not being able to be cured in anyways.
And Ye Qian of course didn't want anyone related to him to face such a situation where they would be close to death.
He had already experienced this situation when he had almost killed Yuan Meng that day and didn't dare to see something like this once again.
