"Hahaha!"
Perhaps it was his somewhat stiff expression that amused Martial Uncle Qiu, who couldn't help but burst into a hearty, cheery laugh.
It was such a contrast to the name Autumn Treasure; who knew why she was in charge of it.
"Junior Brother, don't worry about her. Martial Uncle Qiu is just like that. Try putting this immortal treasure into the Miji God Tree~" Eldest Senior Brother winked at Song He as he gently tapped on the umbrella.
Song He knew what he meant.
So, without hesitation, he immediately put the Autumn Treasure into the Miji God Tree.
As soon as he did, he felt a wind arise within the Miji God Tree. It was a cool wind of autumn, with both the desolation of the approaching winter and the fragrance of the ripened rice.
The source of the wind was the very spot on the surface of the bamboo umbrella that Eldest Senior Brother had touched—a stream of invisible wind was emerging from there, spreading throughout the entire Miji God Tree.
