On the largest withered tree, two figures sat in meditation.
They were none other than Divine Wood King and the Great Monk.
Only these two had the qualification to monopolize absolute resources.
The rest could only have a share.
Despite being the ones who benefited the most, their expressions now looked somewhat grim.
"What should we do about those natives from the outside?"
"We should just slaughter them!"
"Absolutely not!" The Great Monk shook his head hastily.
Those natives were drawing their attention, and they didn't have the time to deal with them.
Besides, this was their first encounter with cultivators.
After enduring for so long, they finally laid eyes on living beings. They had to go out and have a conversation no matter what.
But once they went out, how should they identify themselves?
They couldn't possibly say they came from the Higher Heavens!
