In the forest camp, a military tent made of beast skin, the once invincible king of Doma City lay weakly on the bed.
It had rained all night last night, perhaps the rain had aggravated his wound, making it more swollen.
It seems that not only the Ancestors, but even the great Tree of Yenshof stood with the Qi people.
But why?
Those people clearly couldn't hear the voice of the Tree of Yenshof, yet they gained His favor.
Lying in bed, Tunnan was puzzled, yet his consciousness began to gradually blur.
At this moment, he was still unaware of his own insignificance in the grand scheme of things.
The one who defeated him was never the Qi people, nor the Ancestors, nor the Tree of Yenshof, but his own deep-seated pride and greed.
He thought he had comprehended the secret of the Tree of Yenshof, but did not realize he was merely an ant at the foot of the great tree, what he comprehended was not even the surface, just some withered leaves and bark.
However, this was not his fault.
