Ye Chen did not say that Wang Dong'er's identity was actually even more useful than his own.
Most of the immortal herbs here had been personally replanted by Tang San after he had swept the place clean all those years ago.
To them, Tang San was undoubtedly akin to a parent who had given them new life. Wang Dong'er's true identity was Tang San's biological daughter, so they could make use of that later.
Of course, Ye Chen could not directly tell Wang Dong'er about her own identity. He could only use other methods.
With that in mind, an extremely fine silver needle appeared in Ye Chen's hand. While Wang Dong'er was not paying attention, he lightly scraped her finger with it, then quickly stored the needle, now stained with her blood, in his Small World.
"Ah!" The sharp pain in her finger still startled Wang Dong'er. She raised her left hand and saw that something had pricked her finger, making it bleed.
Seeing this, Ye Chen hurriedly took her little hand and asked, "What happened? How did you start bleeding in midair? Did you bump into something sharp?"
Wang Dong'er shook her head, equally puzzled. "I don't know. Maybe I touched some metal on your clothes."
Both of them wore fitted combat attire, with ornaments made of rare metals decorating certain parts of their clothing.
Fortunately, it was nothing serious, and the little girl did not think much of it.
While secretly laughing to himself, Ye Chen quickly released his Light Attribute Soul Power. The tiny wound, nearly impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, healed in the blink of an eye.
Ye Chen held Wang Dong'er as they slowly descended, landing amid plants of every color. The aura of the Fusang Divine Tree within him began to spread