The Void Axe passed by, and the Cold Tree shattered.
Du Yu dragged the axe blade as he slowly retreated, brushing past the shadows of black-robed figures.
"Whoosh~"
Withered Spiritual Branches reached out, gently wrapping around Du Yu's wrist.
Du Yu looked down at the withered branch, never having imagined seeing the Twin Divine Trees so cautiously one day.
You are the Mother of the Great Xia Demon Spirit Civilization...
The Divine Tree advised, "The Cold Tree is insidious and cunning; don't let it affect your mind."
"Mm." Du Yu patted the withered branch on his wrist. "I know."
The withered branch felt reassured after a moment, old words filled with relief: "You've grown."
"Heh." Du Yu grinned, his smile somewhat forced.
"Sizzle~sizzle~"
Du Yu's figure flickered quietly, vanishing without a trace.
Yang Qingqing, full of worry, looked up to the sky but couldn't find Du Yu's shadow.
