Tu Mi was sitting quietly on a tree which was only as thick as a person's wrist.
Her plump body contrasted terrifyingly with the slender branch beneath her buttocks. From afar, it looked almost like a millstone-sized fruit had grown on a small blade of grass. What was most interesting was that she was swaying with the branches in the wind.
A dozen people who were dressed in different attires were standing around that small tree. There was a fierce-looking middle-aged strong man who looked like a butcher; a neat, solemn-looking old professor; a quiet young lady with long hair; and also a red-haired ruffian covered in tattoos.
