Walking through this tree city, Song He felt like a country bumpkin with little exposure to the world. If it weren't for a bit of sense still left in him,
he would have probably gasped in amazement.
Even so, he looked around curiously, much like Aunt Liu entering the Grand View Garden, finding everything wonderfully novel.
To be honest, he was even considering settling down in this tree city, brimming with vibrant life and Wood Spiritual Energy, the air particularly fresh.
He strolled leisurely on the soft ground beneath his feet.
This feeling of being enveloped by trees and plants was wholly intoxicating for Song He.
And it wasn't just him.
The young Evil Subjugators and Little White, once allowed, had already started running wild—they climbed up and down the vines with ease, occasionally pausing to sharpen their claws.
They were having the time of their lives.
