Ren Feifan called out a few times to the Little Sapling.
There was no response.
The Little Sapling was completely silent.
Although it was a crucial point for Ren Feifan's breakthrough just now, he was aware of everything happening around him.
The scene of the Little Sapling slicing open its body still lingered in his mind.
He could still see the mark on the Little Sapling's body.
He didn't know what the Little Sapling had given him.
But it must have been something extremely important to make it so withered and weak.
"You said you wanted a share of the Pilgrimage Spring. If I really obtain it, I will certainly give it to you, as I promised."
Ren Feifan could only promise this.
But now, without the guidance of the Little Sapling, he truly didn't know where to look for the Pilgrimage Spring.
His gaze fell on the old man not far away, and he suddenly drew the Ancient Dust Sword.
