"Young man, I sense a familiar aura from you, but I cannot tell what it is."
The speaker was an ancient tree, towering ten thousand feet high.
Its girth was astounding; perhaps not even thirty people could encircle it.
"I am Qingke, may I examine your body?"
"Can I trust you?"
"How can I make you trust me?" Qingke pondered.
"I want to know where the Wood Spirit Crystal is," Tang Feng asked.
The Wood Spirit Crystal—Qingke fell silent.
Seeing its reaction, Tang Feng breathed a sigh of relief; clearly, the other party knew where it was, which would make things easier.
He waited patiently, calm on the surface but extremely tense inside.
"I will give it to you, but I have a condition," Qingke's tone was somewhat melancholic.
"Please tell me."
"Take them out," looking at a row of ancient trees, Qingke's tone was uncompromising.
