It stopped!
It was good that it had stopped!
As long as it could stop, there was hope for communication.
The Spirit of the Divine Wood looked somewhat blankly at the excited Daoist Wang nearby, unable to understand those few simple words.
What did he mean, he had come too late?
And the Spirit of the Divine Wood had no idea that Wang Jixuan had no intention of explaining the logic behind those words.
Logic was not important. Being able to speak was what mattered most.
Wang Jixuan took a breath and said gravely, "Fellow Daoist, you must be the Fusang Divine Wood, correct? I'm sorry, but we may harm you next. If possible, we are willing to help you preserve your life to make up for our mistake!"
Sure enough, the Spirit of the Divine Wood frowned as it stared at Wang Jixuan.
Even if its "tree heart" was free of desire and had become somewhat indifferent to the passage of time, there was one thing it still cared about: whether it could remain alive.
"You... what... mean?"
It spoke human language with some difficulty.
Wang Jixuan cupped his hands. "A powerful enemy wishes to besiege and kill me. I can only resort to this measure—burning this Small World to try to defeat them. This will inevitably damage the Fusang Divine Wood. Before acting, I wanted to ask for your opinion. You are the master of this place, and I can compensate you as much as possible."
It was immediately dumbfounded.
How could this human Qi Refiner... be so shameless?
He knew it was the master here, yet he could still calmly talk about burning this realm down just to kill his enemies.
Yet, unexpectedly, its gaze toward Wang Jixuan softened somewhat.
It had truly experienced far too many