"Enough talk, let's hurry over! If we're late, we might get punished again!"
Feng Que warned, quickly turning into Escape Light and flying away. The other two followed quickly behind.
The trio carefully avoided the symbols in the sky, and were swiftly at their destination.
At this point, a large number of fodder cultivators just like them had already assembled. The leader was still the shining young man.
In front of the crowd was a somewhat distorted space, as if made of countless shattered giant mirrors, merged together in a three-dimensional manner.
In this broken space, a tiny golden sapling emitting a soft glow was quietly growing.
"Sister Feng Qu, do you know what that tree is?" Mu Wu asked via a transmission spell.
Feng Que shook her head. Su Tao on the other hand, had heard the tree's identity from others.
