Clearly, she had arrived long ago, just eavesdropping from afar earlier, now revealing herself.
As she spoke, she turned her hand to produce a richly spiritual fruit: "This is a Celestial Spirit Fruit, a gift from my Tree-man Race, to congratulate the Human Race on the completion of their Heaven-level city."
Obviously, she should know about humans, but in her mouth, it was the 'Human Race.'
Ao Wuming secretly curled his lips, truly stingy, a single Celestial Spirit Fruit worth just a few hundred Earth-level Cores.
But he said nothing, as in his impression, terrestrial creatures were famously poor.
"The Tree-man Race friends are too polite." Yang Yuan smiled as the 'Celestial Spirit Fruit' was drawn over by an invisible force and stored in the Void Ring.
"Hahahaha, the ancient Human Race is making an appearance? No wonder they can build a Heaven-level city at such a time."
