"Thank you for cultivating me!"
In just a short moment, the bark split open and a section of original timber stick, shining with golden light, separated itself from the trunk.
Feng Yin glanced at the stick and observed that it was at least as thick as a bowl, twelve feet long, with both ends slightly thinner, perfect for a human hand to grasp.
Even if directly used as a club-like weapon, it would be more than sufficient!
The Iron Heart Tree, which condensed the stick, seemed exceptionally weary, its divine sense vibrating, "This stick has been made completely according to Elder Peng's requirements. That one, who comprehends creation, forced me to give my all. It consumed one third of my essence to condense, and I definitely can't do this again in a short time, not even with the master's aid."
