The Traveler's Tree was babbling about its own advantages.
Su Huan listened while cross-checking the information, and unexpectedly heard something different.
"What is a Clan?"
This time the Traveler's Tree did not answer, merely remaining silent.
Su Huan didn't urge, chewing on a Banyan Fruit, when he finished he pulled another one from the branches beneath him. This thing was sweet, with a slightly sour taste, high in energy, and very filling, but it could irritate flesh and blood, so it couldn't be eaten when there were wounds, or it could cause severe bleeding.
Until he finished eating an entire branch of Banyan Fruits, a squirrel the size of a basin came running from afar, with its two small paws clinging to its chest, glaring warily at Su Huan in the tree.
Its ears twitched, and with its paws hugging the trunk, it climbed swiftly, standing before Su Huan in the blink of an eye.
Its big tail flared out behind it, resembling a pine cone.
