In the vine cage.
Long Tianxing looked at the black thunderclouds constantly gathering in the sky and remembered how Wang Ping'an had just been flattering and asking to become a disciple, secretly thinking that this round of cursed praise should be enough.
But the question was, was Wang Ping'an really the king of cursed praise?
Everything so far had been conjecture based on Wang Ping'an's experiences; what if Wang Ping'an wasn't actually cursed praise, then what would they do?
This tree demon was incredibly cruel; if it succeeded in breaking through, and they were eradicated, wouldn't that spell their doom?
Thinking this, Long Tianxing looked up at the sky with a face full of anticipation, hoping the Minor Thirty-Nine Heavens Tribulation would be as fierce as possible, preferably ten times more powerful to strike dead this detestable tree demon.
"Keep praising!" Huo Yunjie also started to remind.
