Jiang Che saw the branches of the Dark Tree closing in, fierce and writhing like monstrous serpents, twisting madly toward him.
The branches writhed, carrying the roaring wind, as if they meant to devour him in an instant.
This time, he didn't ask Ding Ning. Instead, he nodded without hesitating, "I agree to work with you."
His thoughts were clear: this secret was known only to a select few, but the Dark Tree knew every detail.
There were two possibilities: one, someone betrayed him.
Two, it was telling the truth.
After he finished listening, the Dark Tree withdrew its vines, its voice suddenly turning frail, completely different from before—like two trees.
Now, there was no trace of the earlier madness or viciousness.
"I've occupied this passage for a long time. Now, most cities have been devoured, staying here gains me nothing."
"Constantly attacked, my mother body is still taking damage." It shook its head and sighed.
