Jiang Chen sat beneath the Precious Tree of the Rosy Dawn, gently extending his senses to perceive this towering tree. Spirit entities such as the Precious Tree all possessed their own consciousness.
Although this consciousness may not give rise to a living being, one could still conduct a formless sort of communication through careful comprehension.
Jiang Chen had eaten a red fruit and had partaken of some of the critical factors that had been infused into the fruit. It was as if he’d formed a mystical mental connection with this towering tree. This relationship was different than that of flesh and blood, but felt even more subtle and mysterious.
Forefather Thousandleaf’s sensational words weren’t enough to waver Jiang Chen’s dao heart or brainwash him. However, Jiang Chen’s feelings had somehow, unknowingly, been integrated into the Precious Tree of the Rosy dawn.
