Chen Xingzhu also knew that her life or death depended on this small wooden needle.
She concentrated intently on the pale green wooden needle.
Zhu Butong, however, looked calmly at the bushes behind Chen Xingzhu, not holding much hope.
The green snake on his arm transformed, and its ferocious snakehead rose up.
At this moment, Chen Xingzhu let out a sound of surprise: "Grand Priest, what does this mean?"
Zhu Butong lowered his head to look, and suddenly he was startled, full of doubt and uncertainty.
"This... is this a top-grade Wood Lineage bloodline? You are actually..."
At this point, he was so shocked he couldn't speak.
On Chen Xingzhu's arm, the pale green wooden needle emitted a faint green glow from its tip, spreading out in circles, conveying a sense of all things rejuvenating, flowers blooming across the land, teeming with vitality.
The pale green halo appeared burgeoning, filled with the power of life.
