Jun Moxie came to a sudden realization, and a sincere feeling of pity rose in his heart. The Holy Tree was the only living creature with a conscious in this space. The people from the Misty Illusory Manor that arrived all treat the Holy Tree respectfully, worshipping him like a God, and that was the most upsetting period of time for the Holy Tree for losing his old friend…
Finally getting familiar after a few hundred years, that person was at the end of his lifespan, with not much longer to live…
Something like this, if a human were to bear this mental torture… He'd have gone insane a long time ago…
Looks like this tree has already endured almost ten thousand years of this, at least fifty times of this similar painful experience…
No wonder his emotions were so unstable right now, as if he were going through menopause… It couldn't be helped… It was like a bride who had married fifty husbands but every all of them died halfway…
