Especially that small piece of dry tree root.
It was initially imprisoning the grey branches; now it has some freedom to move, gently brushing across Master Qing's hand, as if expressing gratitude.
Yang Qingqing picked up the dry wood by her side, threading it like a needle, inserting it into the cracks of the tree wall, letting it seek out the next target to imprison.
After finishing all this, she looked at the silently standing Du Yu and spoke: "The Great Xia Demon Spirit Squad is the modern Divine Wood Pavilion."
Du Yu: "Hmm..."
"But we are far inferior to the ancients; the ancient Divine Wood Pavilion solved problems from the source, cutting off the path of the Cold Qi Tree's invasion of the world.
Whereas we can only keep entering the battlefield, periodically clearing the branches of the Cold Qi Tree, giving the Divine Tree a slight chance to breathe."
Yang Qingqing stepped forward; Du Yu followed closely.
