Thud, thud—the blows continued without pause. Yue Qianchou stood calmly before the tree trunk, striking the Ancient Language Tree with one palm after another. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and the golden leaves, trembling like countless golden flowers, let out strange, mournful whimpers in the wind.
The Ancient Language Tree in the Ancient Forest shared one body with the Ancient Language Tree within Musha Sea. The anomaly here immediately triggered a chain reaction in that realm, and the Ancient Language Tree standing on a hillside in Musha Sea likewise issued strange mournful cries.
Within the ancient treehouse at the center of Musha Sea's plains, Lu'er sat cross-legged, quietly cultivating. Mu Yuanzi, seated cross-legged opposite her with his eyes closed, had one ear twitch slightly. His brows furrowed as he slowly opened his eyes, lightly picked up the large-headed wooden staff at his side, and vanished from the treehouse in a teleport.
He soon flashed down beneath the Ancient Language Tree on the hillside. Watching it shudder violently amid its mournful cries in the wind, he could not help letting out a cold snort. He pointed his wooden staff at the Ancient Language Tree, and rippling green patterns immediately spread across its thick trunk. A viewing window opened, allowing him to peer into the outside world.
When he saw Yue Qianchou standing there and striking the trunk, he froze for a moment. At first, he had thought Sanye the Demon Lord had come to disturb him again, but he had not expected it to be Yue Qianchou. What puzzled him was how Yue Qianchou knew the method of contacting him through the Ancient Language Tree.
"You still dare come here and cause trouble!" Mu Yuanzi shouted coldly, anger on his face as he waved the large-headed wooden staff in