"Tree Demon Spirit?" murmured Lin Fang, as he picked up the Little Monster effortlessly, barely noticing its tiny arms and legs struggling.
After scrutinizing it closely, he finally said, "So, this is a Tree Demon Spirit!"
He had heard of such a mythical race; legend had it that Tree Demon Spirits were the favored children of nature, born without parents, and came into being through the essence of Heaven and Earth.
They weren't powerful in mana, but they were favored by nature, so the places where they dwelled often thrived with life.
If anyone harmed them, they would incur the wrath of Heaven and Earth, leading to incessant bad luck and occasional strikes of lightning. For this reason, this frail race still lived on this land with resilience.
"Put me down, you jerk!" the Tree Demon Spirit shouted angrily, wriggling incessantly between Lin Fang's fingers.
