"That's right."
At this moment, the elixir dissolved, and Feeng Jun, the elder of the Wind Spirit Race, struggled to open his eyes.
"Cough cough..." He turned his head, desperately looking to the left.
His eyes were filled with pain, yet amidst the pain, there was unmistakable excitement.
"Tree Spirit... cough cough... I can sense the Clan Tree Spirit..."
"Senior..." He looked at Chu Ming almost pleadingly, eager for an answer.
Chu Ming lowered his gaze, raising his right hand, where the Qi Rhyme radiated intensely from his palm. Within the white glow, a point of green light hovered.
"Cough cough..." The elder Feeng Jun seeing the green light was so excited that he coughed up fresh blood, "Clan Tree Spirit, it really is the Clan Tree Spirit."
"Tree Spirit recognizing its master... cough cough... Senior... no, Clan Leader!"
He struggled, attempting to rise and pay his respects.
Clan Tree Spirit!
Tree Spirit recognizing its master!
