Xiao Chen picked up the little creature on the ground that resembled a melting snowball. The pitiful little thing blinked its big eyes, not resisting at all. Xiao Chen carried the fluffy little creature into the marshland, looking at the three upright skeletons with a bit of confusion. What happened to them? What were they afraid of? But there were no other ferocious creatures in sight, could it be this spiritual little snowball? No way!
Ignoring them, Xiao Chen rushed to look at the Little Holy Tree. After being ambushed by the Royal Celestial Maiden Zhao Lin'er, the reason he had come back here was mainly because the Holy Sapling was still rooted here.
The palm-high Little Holy Tree shimmered with brilliant light, which made the surrounding area vibrant with life. The ancient tree that the sapling had been planted in also reaped a tremendous benefit, becoming lush green, and seemingly a bit more spiritual.
