Looking at the burning golden flames, the expression of the Wood Spirit Ancestor instantly became joyful.
Seemingly, these flames didn't cause him any burning sensation.
Instead, they made him feel extremely comfortable.
As the scarlet vines disappeared, the Wood Spirit Ancestor landed back on the ground.
Clearly, he had completely regained his mobility.
"It's been so many years… I'm finally free."
The Wood Spirit Ancestor moved excitedly, swaying his branches and looking gently at Mo Xiao.
Upon noticing the Wood Spirit Ancestor's gaze, Mo Xiao instinctively took a step back, placing his right hand on the Four Symbols Heavy Sword behind him.
"You're not a boss, are you? Do I have to fight you again to save you?"
The Wood Spirit Ancestor chuckled when he heard that. "Boss? Indeed, in terms of rank and level, I am what you people from the other realm call a 'boss.'
