"Where did this thunder come from so suddenly... did... did that tree just move?"
Qin Wenjun was so shocked by what she had seen that she started to stammer, wearing an expression as though she had seen a ghost.
The one who was also scared was that Hundred Year Old Apricot Tree.
When the purple lightning suddenly descended, its branches nearly bent in fright.
By the time Li Qing had appeared, it had already sensed that this person was not ordinary.
But never had it imagined that this person could so casually summon purple lightning; this... was too terrifying!
"Little sapling, I'll see where you can run to now!"
Li Qing barked sternly, softly uttering the word "formation" from his mouth.
Instantly, rolling white lightning fell from the sky, turning the entire river beach as bright as day in an instant.
White lightning as thick as a bucket enveloped the Apricot Tree almost in the blink of an eye.
The crackling sound accompanied by loud snapping noises erupted immediately.
