But a dozen or so Flying Ships and Flying Shuttles still remained.
Su Qing frowned.
'Some people are really looking to die.'
"Senior, I am a Twelfth Realm Alchemy Master. I can offer you comparable Elixirs in exchange for one of this tree's branches."
The speaker was a handsome man in a white Magic Robe, standing proudly amidst the stars, shielded by numerous Tier Twelve Magical Artifacts.
"Didn't I already tell you? Scram."
"Can't you understand my words?" Su Qing was getting bored.
'Why are they so eager to die?'
'It's a fool's errand, yet they still rush in like moths to a flame.'
'Greed, truly, is a powerful thing.'
Su Qing had no desire to waste any more words.
"Tree King, show me your strength."
"Yes, Master."
The Tree King knew Su Qing wouldn't let him die.
So, he went all out.
"Silent Listening Wisdom Light, descend sweet initial wisdom..."
