The Illusion Tree rustled and transformed the space around, leaving a space for the father and son to communicate closely.
As the leaves swayed, the True Spirit of the Illusion Tree looked up at the starry sky.
"I never thought the master would become a Venerable; even I benefited from trouble, surviving several calamities. Truly, fate is unpredictable."
The Illusion Tree shed a leaf, quietly flying towards the Great Zhou Capital.
He wanted to see if Zhao Xing was still at the banquet.
But just as he flew to the edge of the Imperial City, he was struck and shattered by a sword light.
"Oh?"
The sword light transformed into the figure of Long Xiao, who paused slightly and glanced at the shattered leaf: "Where did this Illusion Tree leaf come from? It's pretty tough."
"Why do you care so much?" A lazy voice beside him was stepping on a Flying Dragon, it was Xia Jing. "Hurry up, Mr. Zhao is very busy right now, maybe he will leave before this Demigod Banquet ends."
