Qin Yi was trying to recall when he soon heard Yu Shang send him a mental message. "Husband, I've seen this tender branch before!"
A thunderclap flashed through Qin Yi's heart, and he remembered in an instant.
Once the scope was narrowed to unusual branches and leaves that he and Yu Shang had seen together, it became easy to recall. It was not the Jianmu Tree, but the Bodhi Tree branch that Bodhi Temple had once lent the Winged Human Race to save the Jianmu Tree.
Its appearance was completely identical.
The difference was that the Bodhi Tree branch back then had been warm and lustrous, its leaves suffused with a gentle glow. It carried the feeling of warm radiance and all things reviving—like the warm sun of early spring, nurturing the growth of all creation.
But this one was dead and dim, like a dense silhouette in the nether night. All one could feel from it was desolation and extinction.
It felt like a Dark Version of the Bodhi Tree.
Liusu spoke as well. "Eh? Why do Fu Sang Tree leaves look like this?"
Qin Yi froze. Liusu had not seen the Bodhi Tree branch back then? Oh, right, it had not. After absorbing the Jianmu Tree's breath of life, it had gone to sleep. Later, when something went wrong with the Jianmu Tree, it had been offline the entire time. It had only been jolted awake after entering the Jianmu Tree's interior, so it really had never seen the Bodhi Tree branch.
So he sent a thought. "You've seen the Fu Sang Tree before?"
"Of course I've seen the Fu Sang Tree." Liusu answered as though it were only natural. "Back then, a few stupid birds lived on that tree. With nothing better to do, they pretended to