An extremely bizarre and bloody scent silently spread.
For some unknown reason, certain roots of this tree, only the halves close to the trunk, had unusually smooth cross-sections and were slowly writhing. It was as if the other half of the root system wasn't broken, but rather invisible.
"How enchanting..."
"Yabadon..."
The elder in a suit gazed at the blood-colored glass tree with a mesmerized look in his eyes.
"Next, I plan to take action against the disciples of the Fierce Bird Sect, even against an Elder. Only an aura of the same origin can attract the Demon Bird Secret Book!"
The man in the black robe placed his pale right hand on his knee, slender and delicate.
One moment it was as white as jade, the next it was as fierce as a ghoul, with a strikingly contradictory sense of dissonance. You wouldn't know if it was a hand of jade or a skeleton.
