With President Qing Ping brought under control, all unrest was gradually eliminated.
All Qingping Merchant Association personnel, along with the many Nine-Eyed Tribe powerhouses who had taken action, were bound by Divine Tree Power, unable to stir up any more trouble.
"Lock every last one of them in the Divine Tree Prison. Use their life force as nourishment for the Divine Tree's growth," Ancestor Ye Feng ordered.
A group of Forest Clan members stepped forward and dragged them all away.
Only then did Han Wu step forward.
With so many eyes and ears around, Ancestor Ye Feng deliberately summoned Han Wu to his study for a conversation.
"Senior Ye Feng, how was my guess?" Han Wu asked, seeking credit.
It could be said that if he had not discovered it in time, the Forest Clan would certainly have suffered grievous losses from the Qingping Merchant Association and Nine-Eyed Tribe attacking from within and without.
Ancestor Ye Feng nodded. "Student Han Wu, you have indeed made a great contribution to the Forest Clan. I promised before that I would give you a grand gift."
"You also said you would tell me the coordinates of the Chaos Clan's secret realm," Han Wu reminded him.
"Of course." Ancestor Ye Feng circulated his energy, forming a sheet of paper in his hand.
A great deal of profound text and imagery swiftly appeared on the paper, accompanied by the power of space.
Ancestor Ye Feng of the Forest Clan had actually used the various Divine Tree Powers contained within him to create a spatial teleportation document.
Han Wu accepted the spatial teleportation document, his heart blazing with excitement.
Now that he knew where the Chaos Clan's nest was, where else could Di Zangtian run?
Ancestor Ye Feng continued explaining the grand gift he had prepared