Boom!
Rumble!
The old locust tree in Ziwei Palace staggered heavily towards the wall, not daring to dismantle it, instead climbing with several thick branches while its roots withdrew upwards. Its enormous body tilted slightly to the left, seeming to make an effort.
Zheng Qing watched this scene and suddenly felt very sorry.
However, there were more things to feel sorry about than just an old tree.
He could quietly watch the old tree waver and disappear into the depths of Silent Forest, but he could not calmly accept Poseidon, Zheng Su 123, or the Little White Cat disappearing from his life.
But at the moment, besides feeling sorry, he seemed to have no other choice — or rather, in some dark corner of his heart, he was hoping never to have to make a choice.
The atmosphere of panic in the field did not further ferment after reaching a certain point.
